Stuck
In the soft mud, exasperated
Expecting escape but never fighting
From the forest came chaos,
But I don't venture there
For fear of
Self-discovery:
Some secret stolen from me --
Or was it given?
Loneliness:
The danger that I'm convinced
Is real.
Losing myself:
They'd never find me,
But could I?
So here I remain,
In the dull, comfortable mud
Assuring myself that I am
Stuck.