Deserted Island
a sad poem
Nov 24, 2021
they say
“no man is an island”
I am no man
but a deserted island all the same
they say
“nature abhors a vacuum”
but I keep hemorrhaging
people, places, things
with no end in sight
from the floaty, soft cloud veil
of my dreams
to the cold hard
concrete of reality
awakened to the cold
the pain fresh once more
bleakness surrounds me
disillusioned
lost
alone
how much can one person lose
before they’re empty?
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