Exposure

I used to have stories in this cabin

Now there’s empty space

A wall collapsed

A cold hearth

There were once stories, now blank pages

In a library I built with my bare hands

There was a book burning and broken glass

There is no sense in reading of the past

There is pain enough out in the open

 An unknown future I knew I’d never survive

It’s best to lie here in the snow

Just for a little while, my eyes have seen too much