locked in his mind
listening to  his own echos
bounce off the walls
he'd built up around him
was trying to keep the world out
must have left a crack somewhere
sunlight coming through
it makes him unconformable
his hands are getting shaky again
can't hold the shovel steady
to dig a deeper hole for himself
he begins to wonder what's
lurking for him outside his walls
they come crashing down around him
dust settles, he opens his eyes,
and with all his worries
it was a beautiful September morning.