The Lucky One- Poem

I am, indeed, the lucky one

whose every dream has come undone

and where I go, always I see

the others who are lost in scenes

of splendour, unreal,

for sale

on every corner

of every street.

No one’s around,

there’s not a sound

to be heard.

Still, my heart pounds

so loud

it always frightens

the birds

that flutter their wings

inside my head

and make believe

that my dream

is not just a scene

of splendour, unreal,

for sale

on every corner

of every street.