• positivelydisturbed 9w

    Walking with their heads down,
    Looking around for the fallen crown,
    While I sit on top of the heap,
    Above a volcano, melting,
    Fire glows golden tonight,
    But it still burns red,
    I know, my feet submerged,
    Choices narrow and converged,
    Cracks marking the exode,
    Tread the woods,
    Down the broken road,
    You will find my kingdom.

    Saad Rahman