Ashes of a haven

Thought, such a trivial thing
yet we all get lost in it
each searching
the corridors of our minds

The memories we most seek
remaining just out of reach
while other's not so pleasant
pop out at every turn

All eventually regressing to our safe haven
the cabin in your mind
where we think no bad can come
though something always goes wrong

The dark clouds set in
and the cold clammy mists
starts swirling around the door
entering through cracks
and dancing upon the floor

Then the self depreciating voice
cuts through all the gloom
reminding you of all dank thoughts
you tried so desperately to lose

Telling you what you did wrong
the things that needed to be done
suggesting the unimaginable
though it's sounding pretty good

Take the matches the voice tells you
and burn your cabin to the ground
you'll never need it again
where you are going
for material possessions lost
are never found

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
that is all that remains
of your safe place
as the soot rains upon your grave