Vague state of idle hope

Like a glass shattering
I fall to pieces.
Sharp piercing sensations, as the terms seem to be set.
Sheer blank, like lightless rooms in the night
Covet “the bliss” cover the sorrow with plastic sheets adjourning “life”

Free just a word, four letters, a prisoner would want to hear
Free just a word, four letters, mean self ruling, no governance.

Vague state of idle hope
Only justification.