Stuck on an island after a shipwreck
Brought about by a calamity catalysed
By a dare devil spirit of adventure for the sake
Of proving a point that common sense labelled 'unsanitised'.
Gloom and doom sweep beaches
In the mind of the hermit bereft of creature comforts
Breakfast, lunch, supper and switches
That turn on lights and gismos at modern seaports.
Friendships and relationships once so promising
Evaporate into thin air as news of his downfall
Filters through social media friends he once thought enticing
But crumbs and platitudes become the only outcomes to play ball.
Teardrops pour on the hermit's gaunt face
Sorrow sweeps his bosom and anger
Swims in his blood; frustrations surface
As his last friend Patience with him can't link up any longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem