I am caught in a trap of my own making.
I forged the silver bars. I wove the net.
Every link in the chain is my own creation.
I wasn't compelled,
Forced,
Tortured into it.
I did it of my own free will,
Without thinking.
Wisdom fled.
I thought it could protect me,
When there was nothing else.
And so I made
A beautiful,
Invisible,
Poisonous,
Web.
Quite a feat.
It's strong as steel.
It took year after year,
Sunlight and starlight,
To raise the glass wall.
I did not know that I had made a Midas wish.
The king had wealth; but what else!
No nourishment,
No contact, 
And worse then any revenge,
No love.
He nearly died.
"The world is savage", I said.
"You can be cheated and hurt at every turn,
Draw back.
Avoid attention.
Avoid all pain!
That lightless horrible illness
Will take everything away!"
I did not ask advice.
I did not edit the thought.
But now my dreams are fleeing,
Those around me are hurt,
And I cannot let myself be the burning spark from the infinite,
The only great equalizer,
The great hidden path.
I struggle to get free;
My only opponent is myself.