Sequestered

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

alone

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.”

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