I wrote this one a few nights ago.

Here I sit in my comfy tomb
Enjoying yet disturbed by my self-induced solitude
And pondering what I would do
If I were to escape my empty room
But I find that inside my comfy tomb
Can hold everything that I've ascribed in due
To the arrow that makes its passage through
And pains me greater when I try to move
Though the signs are soon to show
That it will stay
That it will not grow
So tonight I hear the knocking on my door
"Come out, come out!"
I did once but nevermore
For when I flung myself open, the arrow scored.