A twist and click sounded the lock

In a square box with littered shelves

Of pages in black and white,

And the quiet ticking of the clock.

Engulfed in a world unknown

Escaping from a present moment

No more eyes on disaster

For I am alone.


The coping of turmoil

Is the act of escapism.

Trying to tend a garden with healthy soil

My mind is still filled with cynicism.

It is time to pause

For in this moment safety is vibrant,

But for how long, no one can tell

Only action that can be taken, is to withdraw.

Fandango’s one word challenge – Ensconced || Hope you enjoy this daily prompt!

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