Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Dependent

Long, long into my adulthood

I lived in my parent's basement.

Dependent life felt very good.

All in all I was quite content.

From time to time my folks would try

To persuade perhaps I should be

More independent, they'd just sigh

As I kept my dependency.

In a car crash both parents died.

To pay their debts their house was sold,

And I was forced to live outside

In a world that was hard and cold.

Live on my own, I'm ill equipped,

So moving into my folk's crypt.