I am so insignificant,
In this steel coffin built of metal,
and bolts,
and hate,
and uncertainty.
Bury me deep.
A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt.
Give me a window. My constant reminder of a
Never ending silence.
Give me a door, it's grainy texture
Painted red.
So that when I resurface, I may exit.
Only upon leaving such a depth does one realize.
You can never go home again,
You can never go home again.