Forever Land

A cacophony of sound
That tears the ears
With colours bright
To sear the retinas
As a fire of sensation
Pricks the skin.
Then,
Curled up into a ball
And put away
Safely from the world
In a pocket
Whether it exceptionally large
Or I insignificantly small
Is a matter of philosophy
Though I don't see
An optimistic approach.
That's where I was left
A long time
My safe haven from the world
Clean and familiar
As all outside fell
Smothered under cobwebs and dust.
It is my home
Regardless of prospective
Or what the proper course
Of action may be
And I don't intend to leave it.