No man Is An Island
Emotions are like a killer disease.
From the inside out, ripping you apart.
Destroying all that you are with ease.
It starts working first in the heart.
The seat of all your strong emotions.
Like love, desire, and admiration.
Nothing helps. No kind of lotions.
Nor, anything you do in desperation.
You are a rock. You are an island.
A rock feels no pain, & an island never cries.
Like the song by Paul Simon.
But, this also means he never tries.
The disease has reached his brain.
It is doing its deceitful work.
At this stage, he feels no pain.
He has totally withdrawn, like a jerk.
He can no longer function in society.
He has withdrawn all contact.
Don’t say you have your books
and poetry to protect you.
You should say you’re goose is cooked.
If what you say were really true,
you would not have a problem.
Man is meant to be a social animal.
Your soul is distorting, like a goblin.
Becoming a microbe, instead of a mammal.
You need to swallow your pride.
You need to harden your heart.
You need to go forth, a new man inside.
Time for you to make a new start.
—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)