Two Ladders Gertrude Abercrombie

So little is on the ground It's desolate, or so it feels As I'm trying hard to get away I don't see the blades of grass Or feel the coolness on my bare feet I want to climb to freedom But if I stop and think about the moon It just leaves me cold Surely nothing can compare With this patch of green? But it's so hazy, I've mistook the ocean For the land, the sky for salvation I've a choice of ladders to cling to Whilst I get my bearings Leading nowhere And there's nothing safe No matter what rung, I'm stranded It's been night-time for years But there's a soft glow Some kind of lull or lulling I'm not sending out an SOS It's a gentle night I'll wait Just until I get my bearings