A/N: Hi this is a really short poem that I wrote in about three minutes, but I thought it was kind of cool, so I posted it! Hope you like it!
~Raye Lynne^_^
Top of the World
Is it so wrong
To need to be needed?
Never knowing love
I am persecuted for holding fast to what I have
To what does not ultimately flee from my grasp
And refusing to relinquish it
My hold is iron
Unforgiving; resolute
Never to let go
And yet I can feel them all slipping away from me
Breaking their eternal chains
They free themselves one by one
Until only I remain
As iron is strong
So it is inflexible
Cannot be loosened
Nor tightened
And so I am forced to watch
I look down at them
From the top of the world
As a cast-off god
And I realize that
I am doomed to die
As I have lived:
Alone