Coping.

I cope by burrowing -

Deep into the Unseen.

I throw on the covers,

Bolt the door

And shut my ears.

There, I remain still, with breathing as the only necessary kinetic form.

The minutes pass.

Then hours slip by,

And soon, morning is nigh.

A day passes and then another.

Time waits for no man, and certainly not for me.

Out of sight & out of mind, I need no intruders.

This is where I'm safe.

Piling the pickets keep me safe.

In isolation.

Alone.