Cabin Fever

Papers are stacked one after another,

Even though there’s only five days to go.

Friends are losing their trust in each other.

Everyone is at a low.

Cabin fever.

17 days of being trapped, no where else to be.

Paranoia lashes and leaves me through a daze.

The stresses of what it takes morph into reality.

I yearn for the peak of the suns rays.

Cabin fever.

The slightest whisper can turn him sour.

“Today he’s in a bad mood”.

We’re trapped in the room for over an hour.

I open the crinkled note which has been chewed.

Cabin fever.

”I’ll do it tomorrow”

”You said that yesterday”

The empty hallways flood with sorrow,

and the sky overhead heeds a dull grey.

I ruined her chance here, she’s not coming back.

14 missed calls demand me to look at my phone.

The stresses of what it has done to me show on my backpack.

We all wish the struggles had been known.

Even at the place we call “home”

And no matter where we go,

It follows us and it stays, no matter where you roam.

Cabin fever.