Sitting in a box
Watching my sanity sink beneath rocks
While breathing in toxic air
With a crystalline stare
At everything lost-
Thoughts of how much it cost.
I told them to go,
To leave me dead to the world in the snow
Of this winter unending
For their laughter was rending
My heart to the grave-
With no pieces to save...
And now I rue
All the things that I said to them and to you
Because nothing's here
But my imperfect fear...
It's my fault I'm alone;
I need saving...and home.
Ebone' Ingram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recluse-4/
