CITY LIGHTS
by: Mariella

Living in the midst of the warren
I got swept by the tides of the throng
Here I am, one of the crowd
A faceless stranger without identity

I trod the streets without a purpose
Holding my high, not meeting anyone’s eyes
With many, I live in close proximity
But someone I can call neighbor, there is none

I do my job by mere rote
A wind-up doll without a choice
I look at the mirror
And stare at empty sockets
A slackened face and rusty smile.

 Why did I let the city lights blind me?
To pierce my eyes so badly,
blood poured and
killed my sight completely?