The Pain Of Loneliness Poem by Drishika Shah

In the heart of an old storyteller I was born;
I was told I was mystical since I had a horn.
I was lonely, I was single, I never had a mate;
Friends I could make none; t'was left to fate.

My single horn, God forbid, is the root of all ill;
I am tired of finding this illness a magical pill.
Thanks to the tales, I am still the darling of girls;
This bloody horn I can hide if I have had their curls.

Woe begone! All I find around has two horns or none;
Believe me, being single-horned is dreadful, it's no fun.
A mermaid, a human or a beast: Am open to one and all;
I miss a friend: to talk to and to calm my nerves and soul.

Here ends this poem, but Alas! It's cold, I still am alone.
With love, your one and only sad friend, poor unicorn.🦄

~Drishika Shah