Comfort

Something I wrote when I was looking for comfort in any form.

Spin a cocoon around me, bury me in the deepest part of your grave,
For in these soul wrenching days, in a spell of anxiety, solace is all I crave.
In the thoughts of the future, all that lingers is solitude, a nightmare.
Memories of the past, now a river of regrets, fixate in every tear,
The present envelopes me in a cold embrace, only a false pretence
With the repeated stab of dispassion, a punishment for my penitence.

Here in the make believe nest of my words remains an unexplained wave of affection,
A sense of warmth and I finally lie in the cocoon of my own invention.

Author's Note

What do you think of the rhyming scheme? Any suggestions to improve my expressions?