I pull myself back
from the world
crawl into a hole
to protect myself
But the woes fall in
on top of me
I beg, I plead
demand them to leave
They mold around me
like a moldy, bad-luck blanket
smothering
any motivation
I lie huddled
in this dank emotional hole
a shivering, miserable
wreck
I may protect myself
from the world
but that doesn’t protect me
from myself
Some days
my self-isolating cave
isn’t the sanctuary
I want it to be.
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