UnWilling

It didn’t change as I grew more mature –
to watch the work I scanned art therapy.
I saw the play and felt like a voyeur;
I didn’t want to process agony.
I’m longing for more objectivity.
It’s great, but could be finer’s my refrain.
I think the acts should play in privacy,
so I don’t love the drama of the Dane.

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