It's quiet inside.
No bookshelves,
No doorways,
No hallways to hide.
No airvents releasing
Air softly and pleasing
It's quiet inside.
It's lonely inside.
No people,
No life's hum,
No one to confide.
No peaceful conversing
Of loving anything
It's lonely inside.
It's frozen inside.
No heater,
No furnace,
No fire beside.
No warmth of the dayspring,
Fighting away cold's sting.
It's frozen inside.