incarceration

Tear down the wall

then build it up again,

not the one by Trump

or for the division of men.

My analogy for life

separating I from them,

hoarding all of my anxiety

a stockpile of mayhem.

Not quite as attractive

as a hideaway or a lair,

more of a penitentiary

created by despair.

No need to lock up

and throw away the key,

it possesses no door

no sparkle of light to see.

Not held against my will

no physical blockade,

this dark hole that I’m in

was pathetically self-made.

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