Retribution

The clocks don't tick, the days don't move. It's just one dark, long spell of darkness with soft whispers of everything you don't want to hear and everything you think you need to hear. My personal twilight zone. 

I've tried hiding in every corner that I've sturggled to find, groping in the darkness. I never realized that I was alone in here. So what am I hiding from?

The edges blur into a curve and the walls turns circular. No more hiding places now. The only peek-a-boo session that remains is the one pending with the door that's been standing silent, waiting till I was ready to acknowledge it. 

Turning the knob, with still too many questions unanswered, I let the light filter in. 

It's been raining outside all the while. And here comes the storm...

And therein lies the retribution I had sought in the dark, musty room. Oh the irony... 

Rising seas, flashing tempests, furious fires and the oh so silent laughter in my head.

Guess who's back world? And guess who doesn't give a damn anymore?