2 Jun 2016 – Slag-Heap

Is this a heart-wish,
or a sign to shake me loose
from old escape routes?

Once writing software
was a dream, a golden goal
bean-counters soured.

Now reoccurring
nightmares send me back again –
as if to test me.

I fear the future?
I should fear the past far more –
that way’s the slag-heap.