Golden - Failure

He crept through the streets

Eyes upturned

A small patch of sky

Looked down on him

Through baskets, they weave

So thickly

He saw on the sea

Alone in the clouds

A rusty old bridge

Was yelled in his mind

He thought it was golden

It swayed to his breath

And creaked with the boats

He unpacked his coat

And laid down

With somebody’s shoes

He traveled

Between the two ends

Of his bridge

He learned all the holes

To crawl in

And stayed for the time

When wind’s too cold

The rats that could march

Whispered in his ear

He knew it meant something

But nobody came

He sat through the nights

And watched all the darkness

It spread with his breath

And pushed back the sky

He stayed for the days

On his home

A rusty old bridge

Would scream in his mind

He thought it was golden