Sealed and Sequestered
Plenty to fill a locked-in room
with imagination to spark the gloom.
Left on my own, sequester’s blight
gives time to think and time to write.
I’d have no cause to weep and moan
if I were sealed up on my own.
Just one thing might chill my core––
if sealed up with me was the world’s worst bore!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.