The Ultimate Insider
He was alone, finally
by Anita Atina
Shutting out the world,
Bustling at his door.
He was a citizen of the world,
Rootless and at ease,
In every city that reeked power.
But distanced, from all who cared
Numerous lovers, quickly discarded
And a family that had learnt
To live, without him.
This game took him far, very far
Right to the top.
From where he now surveyed
The final emptiness, of the power game.
A desolate empty house,
The chill of loveless sex.
A hollow shell of a life that started with
A burning desire, to be ‘someone important’
He was the ultimate outsider
Who worked hard to become, the ultimate insider
Who knew everything and everyone,
But didn’t know his soul anymore.