There are days
when little to nothing
can move within
the close quarters
of the walls
self proclaimed
as barren –
claustrophobia is a
weakness to some
that steps up
when all else
and yes there is
some comfort
in the self
the familiar
the nest
of being able
to reach out
and touch
all the boundaries
of this self created
safe haven
sacred zone
a prison for a soul
absorbed in its
personally imposed
version of…Hell

©2015 TrilbyYates

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