Shelter

In this hallowed space, I feel no pain.

Untouched by the burning presence of those who

would share this meaningless existence.

Can I hold that which I feel?

In the palm of my aching hand I visualize all that I know.

Extinguished coldly by the stinging tears of anguish and regret.

However, in the loneliness I find solace.

Fuelling my ambitions.

Blockaded behind my barricade, 

broken by the brutish, burning thoughts banished from my mind.

I will ever refuse to emerge, as I know in my heart.

It is safe in here.