Self-Inflicted Isolation

Calculating slowly,
Knowing I can't retract,
My thoughtless actions metaphor
To the feeling in my back,
Up and up my spine it spins,
I can feel it as it grows,
Its heavy grasp a constant factor in everything I know...
I'm sick and tired,
Just go away
and leave me to my own,
As long as you keep haunting me...
I'll never have a home

poem by Daniel I Brown
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