The sun is engulfed by the black clouds,

The sheets of rain

Are obstructing my view

Of the outside world,

But then again, there really

Isn’t anything worth looking at.

The world is a slaughter house,

Survival of the fittest, -

The weak are destroyed

And the strong rise to the top.

I stay inside my sanctuary

To avoid all of the insanity.

My lonely sanctuary,

Void of all living things,

Just me…

What you may call

“a lonely prison cell,”

I call my home, my sanctuary…

What you may call “terrible weather” –

Sheets of rain,

Dark grey clouds,

Absence of light,

I call my lullaby…

Shut my eyes

And be at peace with myself

Even if it’s temporary, in my sanctuary…

 

By: Kayla Etienne