a little untitled poem about seclusion and self-desolation, your welcome

He walks down the line
from home, from friends
from himself in a way
first he builds a fence
no one tries to climb
himself deluded, and others eluded
far from those who told him right
from wrong and all in between
the fence is weak,
he builds the wall
but a wall only blocks one side
he builds three more
and fears the sky
he builds the ceiling
finally secluded, total peace
safe from the sky, and all of the beasts