Nostalgia

locked in his mind
listening to his own echos
bounce off the walls
he'd built up around him
was trying to keep the world out

must have left a crack somewhere

sunlight coming through
it makes him unconformable

his hands are getting shaky again

can't hold the shovel steady

to dig a deeper hole for himself

he begins to wonder what's

lurking for him outside his walls

they come crashing down around him

dust settles, he opens his eyes,

and with all his worries

it was a beautiful September morning.

 

Reviews

[wordman]

sounds like he dropped his barrier and saw the real world,and he liked it

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like an epiphany of sorts, a message from life. You might spell check 2nd word of line 3.