Deep inside

treading the trodden trenches grimacing at the signals and signs beavering away beneath the surface rooting to exhibita well covered crime ofluscious and rampant roses lingering in the nebulous dusk now I’m here, now I’m not but mostly I am but not when the shadows block the exit and the arrows point in the wrong direction giving way to the oppressing silence of how do you do and so do I tears held back and swallowed hissing at the infernal lava spat directly from the deep inside