Locked up and fearful trying hard not to be tearful, far from cheerful

Blended and mixed down slipping into pale brown, mindful

Constantly moving the lines till cutting the ties that bind, floating

 Surrounded alone, losing all sense of home, and hope, hopeless

Clueless, useless? Fingers point, laughter jokes, opinionated folk

Hidden shame in clouds of smoke, falling down steep slopes

Confusion blooming, anger pain along with losing, excuse him

Moving, tides carry ships cruising drifting, shape shifting,  missing

Aim but missed him, chameleon stitching, many tapestries woven

Picture framed but broken, hail all, the King has spoken 

Fronting, running on empty remember times of plenty

Wish I knew who sent me………..

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