No man can be an island

No man can be an island short poem

Carry me oh lord of good times
to a place where wine flows like a river
where the damsels are easy
where there is sin all around
where love can be found
at the drop of a hat
let me live in the nihilism
and let me rot
for I want to be the island
untouched by time and tide

(Writer’s Note – There are times, when all of a sudden you feel that time is not on your side, when you feel that, whatever you are trying to do is not yielding what you expect. but why should one expect, why should one look for moments, why should one be dependent on another at all. These are the times when I feel that living alone like an island is bliss. They say “No man can be an island” and I want to prove it wrong ever so often.)

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Your writer’s note says it all @zyborg

Reagan Latumbo
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@zyborg yes , there are times but of course we always learn that we cannot stand alone if we want to. We still need someone or others. But we never should not forget that God is always right there for us even if we are alone or want to be alone.

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