The wood is calm
From my bedroom window
Limbs sway gently
Giving tranquility  
I seek refuge in this moment
While chaos starts to breath
From the heart of house
With each gasp
the yelling screams
as it stains through the wall
my eyes falter only once
turning to the hall
as if to see it
creep up into my bedroom
breeding its hate
I turn
seeking refuge…again
in the wood
it is a slight calm
in this chaos