Makes No Sense

A circle with sharp corners,

poetry with no real rhythm,

funeral with all paid mourners,

a feed with no real algorithm.

An artist with no creativity,

An ocean with a dry, dry bed,

Holidays with no festivity,

in danger but with no dread

Nothing inside but still here,

Everything inside nowhere near,

Friends with all my scorners-

Lost like a cyrptarithm-

Free bird in captivity-

Lost inside my head-

Stuck inside but still here-

my description is unclear.