THE CABIN

I meandered down the footpath’s excruciating climb
Many time’s the cabin was dark covered with poison ivy vines
Each traveled footstep was painful than sublime
Without a course deviation or exit signs

A youthful trek ending in the wooden door being closed
Regardless of the foot pressure I placed on the board
ending was always the same windows broken darkness exposed
I wondered what was inside the abode or what was it stored

Age would cure and time would have lapsed a backslide down the hill
Still hiking up the trail, past the house a quietness stoked my fear
The need to find out what was inward overcame the chill
But time and time again darkness failed to make it clear

Approaching elder years, I saw a movement in the cottage
Shadow figure small in size, but large in projecting a voice
Door was still closed the windows had a barricade
I once again failed at conclusion or make a learned choice

One day I was on a casual jog, the cabin became faux enlightened
The home became a fiery blaze engulfing all inside
Someone had lite a candle to provide backlight so not to be frightened
But the candle fell, then laughed the clown 
We finally burnt the fuckin cabin down