my frustrations come to a head

i can not write to save my

self or anyone else and i

start to frown so deep

i furrow into my own face.

burrowing into the ground,

i want my head in the sand

so i do not have to think about

this - or! so i lock out everything

else and am left with pure instinctive

drive to write about the frustrations

of claustrophobia.