residing in an idyllic peace
is a wonderful thing
it strengthens you
it calms you

but when quiet tranquility

                                             turns into deafening silence

and the comfort from being with yourself

                                             fades into the pain of isolation

you will slowly be smothered

                                             while it takes hold of you

                                             in those moments
                                             the walls seem endless
                                             windows blocked by iron bars
                                             and you'll choke on the warmth
                                             of your own home

                                             the house transforms into a cage
                                             in which you will be trapped
                                             until the sun rises

once more