Dwell

We all have it

That deep dark corner in our mind

Where we all just sit

Stare

Think

That's where they find us

The negative

The corrupt

Those awful things

That lurk in the shadows

They surround us

Smother us

Their abundance makes them hard to see passed

Some of us are more familiar with them

Than we truly care to be

That escape

That light growing smaller

With every darkness added to the crowd

And we wish

For someone to find us

For someone to save the day

Until we remember

It was us

That locked ourselves inside this cage

Author's Note

Please don't misunderstand this. I'm not saying mental illnesses, particularly depression and anxiety in this case, are voluntary. I'm saying that sometimes we get stuck in dwelling.