*lonesome
as an island with
waves that roars but no one listens
a legion of people
in a downtown intersection
but I stay afloat in desolation
in the midst of a city hustle
I reclused to move
I defeated myself
and surrendered with the action
I live in a jungle of solitary
like a hermit dancing on the ocean floor
They call me Alfred Prufrock
but this is not a love song.
Oh, halt! he wasn’t writing a love song.*
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
*lonesome
as an island with
waves that roars but no one listens
a legion of people
in a downtown intersection
but I stay afloat in desolation
in the midst of a city hustle
I reclused to move
I defeated myself
and surrendered with the action
I live in a jungle of solitary
like a hermit dancing on the ocean floor
They call me Alfred Prufrock
but this is not a love song.
Oh, halt! he wasn’t writing a love song.*
