Self imposed perpetual exile

These claws of solitude tear limb from limb,
Reshaping this square peg
To fit a thousand round holes.

And yet once inside, the tightness becomes unbearable.
Crushing claustrophobic consternation;
Another self-imposed prison.

And so a thousand times, and a thousand more,
The round peg claws back into solitude,
Escaping the round hole again in order to become whole again.

And the cycle repeats.

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