Alone, but
Not like an ant
Wandering far
From the marked trail,
Way laid by the call of a Siren,
Unable to find its way back
To the scent of its people,
Going in circles for days,
Still hopeful
Unless a boot stamps
The life out of it.
Or like a bee
Buzzing around for hours
Inside a glass jar
In a candy shop,
Trapped by the lure of
Sweet promises,
Separated from its kin,
Finding death in the hands
Of a fly swatter.
But alone
Like lovers in a crowd,
Majnun in the desert,
Like the naive victim
In love with the tormentor.
Like seeking safety
Curling up in a closet,
Marooned on an
Uninhabited Island
Of one’s own inhibitions,
Or walled up within
A fortress in one’s head,
Avoiding the possibilities
Of infection,
Of failure, rejection and hurt.
Isolation
Of the unwanted;
Preventing what may happen
Deduced from what
We fear to become.
The plague trespasses
Over the land of
‘Happily-ever-after’
Leaving behind
A sole survivor.
