this morning

this morning I woke in a cave
deep within myself.
cold and dark, but familiar,
I wasn’t surprised or scared,
just sad to be here again
watching the world go by
in ten-minute intervals.
I tried to write my way out
but couldn’t find the words.
I might have talked my way out
but when you’re alone
the echo is unbearable
and I couldn’t speak my mind
for fear of going deaf.
everything seems so far away
and hard to reach.
I know where I am,
but not how long I’ll be here.
if you could do anything for me
I know you would.
but my cave is different from yours
and the way here is
constantly changing.