Weighed Down

How do I even get out of here? There are no chains holding me down. The recesses so dark that they have their own kind of glow. But this is my nest and my cavern where not even bats will join me. They aren't blind you know, just really bad at sight. As am I, especially in foresight. I should have seen this coming, should have been able to track this decline.

There is only a weighted blanket that I can throw off easily. Maybe the shades will close off the sunshine by themselves, shielding me from my own incapacity.