Your sure fire

absolute certainty of journey

route, sustenance, kit,

plans, patterns, foresight,

well thought through reports,

talks on survival skills;

led an expedition into a pit.

 

Your only hope is,

whilst executing your ideas,

they kept a little something back

to save themselves.

 

They scramble for air

in hope that there are safer paths.

You sit in the dark and ponder

how you could have been so adamant,

how could you not have doubted your way?

 

Hell isn’t other people,

you realise.