Friday, 16 May 2025

Walking Islands


This city is an island

And me an island within it

I have my back to you

And indifference painted on my face

Lest it reveal some affinity

I suppressed long ago

The line of my lips renounced its curve

Lest it indebt me to empathy, or worse

Invite you to probe

The hollowness of my being

No!

Share your soul’s abundance

With those equally prosperous

I shall savour my emptiness alone

You are too normal

To be worthy

Of the hell that I’m in…

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