Shut In

Welcome to my wasteland.
Hidden beneath a blackened blanket sky
Where rivers of tears
Flow down through the pillow peaks
Across the wrinkled scenic sheets.

While unforgiving northern winds
Call my name
Like those who still care
From the other side of a door,
Begging me to come out.

But I am too far gone
And it is far too late
Because now
I shall sleep.
To rest and renew.
And finally
Feel peace.