Shadow

I conceal a shadow
wrapped in my blanket
stolen from the shivering eyes
pleading warmth from the sole
street lamp, strewn on which
were numerous eyes
lying across those narrow alleys
crossing along where lay
my destination

The cushioned cuddled environs
of my home, plays out the shadow
staring at empty coffe mugs and
long drawn out book shelves
with politics smelling out of them

But in dark nights when lamps
quizzically stares at my rough weathered papers
and words long to be etched on
emptiness devours these shadows
and I ask myself if it was
another betrayal?