Cabin.

I
The Gravel road all lain with stones, trees that spoke alive,
The sun stripped paint,
Light blue tone,
I peak my head inside.

The floor boards wooden,

Countertops too,

Splinters, all strewn about, I put wood in the furnace, Newspapers too,

The heat had filled up the house.

My mind at ease—
And my ears occupied,
I sat there, at the table,
For once in my life,
I had to decide,
Write in my journal...or watch cable?

The latter was no use,
For it was just me—
Me alone on this journey, My mind and my thoughts, All screaming loud, Screaming all quite sternly.

I took pen in hand,—
Quill seemed more fit,
Filled up my pages with notes, My dreams and my wishes,
All scribbled out—
My fire! It needed to be stoked.

II
It wasn’t long ’til,
That dreadful time had come, For a blanket encased the earth, The darkness surrounded,
The light all but drowned it, Drowned the happiness in dirt.

The sun—
And all it’s colors,
They began to fade,
Fade over the horizon, The light and its friends, Waving goodbye,
I hoped to see their arrival.

I hope to see it rise,
To lift me from this fog,
To unwrap me from its clenches, Release me, Beelzebub!

III
Hell is in its name,
Or rather, in its duty,
To frighten and to punish, To bully and refute me.

I stared into it,
The abyss that night,
I saw nothing but dark, Nothing looking back at me, Yet somehow—
Felt mocked.

But Hell to me is no noise,
For noise—
It always feeds,
Noise can feed the devil’s fiend, But noise, itself feeds me.

My eyes haven't closed,
Too focused on this nightmare, The darkness—

Comes as Drudes,

They creep in the cabin,
Evoke quite a panic,
Demons send me straight to the pews.

For life isn’t scary,
Oh no, it is not,
It is the nothing in life,
That keeps you awake,
The silence shall cage,
As quietness slowly subdues.