You weren’t wanted
as far as your eye could see
a cold lonely future stretching into the long unknown
so you protectively
burrowed into a far place…
Only to find
a slender saffron thread
that perhaps you were wrong,
but too late….
Now the escape tunnel is shuddering
ready to collapse
and your window of opportunity is shrinking.
Soon you won’t be wanted again
and despair burrows its way under your skin chasing away all the heat
like water dripped
sizzling on to a hot griddle.
And you reach for that blanket of hope
to try and warm yourself again
and peer once more into that lonely landscape
searching for a lamp
bursting against that unbroken empty space ~
but only silence meets your eyes.