island

I feel sorry

For your bankruptcy

This is an age

When you

Really

Should have

Opened your eyes each morning

To a day filled with

Sunshine and laughter

Instead

The smell of

Loveless death

Is permeating

How could you

Have not learned

To love

Pray pray

This shouldn’t be

Your curse again

Trade anything

But wangle this

This sense of inclusion

Don’t be an island

Forlorn

Forsaken

forgotten