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.