Cabin Fever

• Michael McLean, Grade 6, Olivet Christian College
• Poetry
• 2020

Finalist in the 'The Inside Story 2020' competition

Cabin fever is here. The rift between us grows.
I feel that trouble’s brewing; from my head, to my toes.

Beneath the skin we’re warming, from cold up to a boil.
The only people you can trust, are them you know are loyal.

A button’s pushed, the sparks will fly!
The flood gate opens, now one will die.

This fight they said, was “to the death”
(Which means to fight till one is left.)

But then they stopped for a quick break.
When mother calls, ‘Who wants some cake?’