Walk in the Mud

I lied.
I don't want to be alone,
I simply feel that stone.
I do.
I've lived,
in a hole for so long
it' s the home I know.
I am door less, key less
and breathless.
There is no air to breathe,
but my insipidity.
I am grounded,
Footless in the mud and
if, if the puddles can reach me,
I could create a hill to crawl.
I can't  live in a hole,
I have to resent isolation,
I want to live
inside of a whole.