Creature of Concrete

Ironed suits and polished shoes,

bound by contracts long ago signed.

Travelling through the smog of traffic

from one high-rise to another,

one day I will find my home.

I have reached a cool locked door

to the vault of my dreams,

with the touch of my ink-smudged hands

the door creaks open.

Flooded by an ocean of jewels and cash,

like a mermaid I dive,

only to resurface seconds later

gasping for air.

My face painted in regret,

I look back and soon realise

there was no second I have lived,

if only I could start

all over again.

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Information on my published  book is available at Poetry Book: The A to Z of You and Me