Shutter me in like an abandoned house,
boards barring the windows to restrict all access
even as hinges rust from disuse and floor boards fall away,
transforming into sawdust with termites consuming the refuse.
Sunlight attempts to penetrate along with the wind sifting through broken panes,
but they torment me as I’m trapped in my own gloom and decay.
This is my design, to sit and rot until a stranger appears unannounced
My crumbling abode may appear uninviting
but anyone can step beyond the shoddy defenses
the problem is
they’ve never dared to
and so I stay here
killing myself with the desolation that I self-imposed
This is my design
my flawed design.
Author’s Words for Thought
“It feels like everyone else is moving on with their lives while I am stuck here, in this hole that I can’t climb out of.”