Loneliness


Alone,

On this Island

I wait for a ship _

a passing boat -

Or a floating stick

But,

see none.

Alas

I’ll have to stay

Search for food

and Pray

Then die.

But Oh -

So horribly.

For none will see my body

Or cremate it.

And the hungry vultures

Will eat shred after shred of my skin

So that,

None will recognise my form at all.

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Comments

Yaadein was in context and hundred times bbetter than this…

I am confused as to what you are trying to say…
sounds too sad and dramatic…anyways a good try. You are capable of better than this…

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the pessimism and hopelessness are leaping out. nice one…

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