Confinement
Confined, alone
I stand, I walk
In my hands
Just my phone
It's ringing
Not now
I can't talk
I sense danger
Maybe it's a stranger
If I turn
The wounds will
Sting, bleed, and burn
Doors and windows locked
Blinds and curtains
Drawn and worn
I shower, I cleanse
Silently, carefully
like a flying moth
Landing on a cloth
Wondering what hides
And what lurks outside
I'm done, ten plus one
in my gun, it's not fun
I close my eyes
Before I shut the light
There's no time to
welcome darkness
I lay to rest
Because, maybe
that's for the best