darkness envelops me
through the murkiness i see the tomb shrinking
can feel the rain growing heavy
a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance
the volcano threatens with fore tremors of doom
i try to shout, i try to tell
it seems my news is unwanted
others despair and find their shelter on the ground
we urgently need food and fire
yet our number dwindles
the time has come for my own escape
trying to be calm, rational
hanging on for a few scraps to be thrown my way
still not really sated i run
run and jolt, the chain’s extent
since the shackles have gone
a month of days has passed
the yoke is pleasant, glint back in my eye
colourful images course my grey matter
the grass, it seems, really is greener
i can identify with this….