Perched

Perched at the top

but still looking down

with those eyes

seeking love and solace

gazing from emptiness to nothing

I’m the single soul left in this metropolis

where I can see every one

but everyone is blind to see me

 

Those crimson tinge skies

carrying the smell of the dusk

laced with the dancing specks of dust

in the wee hours of the morning

I stand here alone

connected and yet disconnected to

the world all around me

 

They all said ” rush to the top”

for all the bleared eyes to see

blinded by my desires

and on my fours like a lizard

I rose to the top

gasping for breath

moved hurriedly

 

But here I’m perched firmly

at the pinnacle of the success

broken and crumbled

with my stooping shoulders

carrying the burden

of the souls

I crushed and crumbled

to reach here

for the world to see.

 

Photo by Raj Eiamworakul on Unsplash