Foolish Bird

The sound of an ache
In my catatonic daze
I hear a flutter
A frenzied, trapped bird
In an ornate enclosure

One feverish day-
At the height of sinking dread
I’m drawn to end its despair
But as my haze lifts
I stare at it, still

It’s missing the truth
Foolish, in a world reduced,
Circling endlessly
Immersed in its fear and rage,
It’s blind to the open cage.