Eternal Puppet

Another old poem, same style as previous

I lay restless on my bed of lies – touched by my deceit
But is a blind man really disabled, when he shuts his eyes to sleep?
I try so hard to forget everything which I’ve forgotten
Running away from slavery I find myself lost in the unpicked cotton
I turn the cross upside down and use it as a sword
Yet, for every two steps backwards, I only take one forward
My reflection in the waves rolls away and out to sea
But when the tide returns, it has permanently taken that part of me
My knees begin to shake from years of standing on this rope
Gasping for air, I feel the ventriloquist's hand again reach up my throat...