Satisfied

Lonely. 

Loneliness does not end on this island. As I 

continue through the forest and the empty 

fields, all I see is nothing.

Silent. Quite. Dead. 

Lonely.

I continue the catastrophic struggle. No

food, no money, no phone and nothing to 

lift the spirits past this silence.

Quite. Dead.

Lonely. 

I make sounds and sentences but everything

seems so quiet. 

Dead.

Lonely. 

A blessing of life, how the deceased 

cannot feel loneliness. They are dead. 

Lonely. 

And yet I complain, alive and all. How is it

possible I suffer being 

Lonely. 

There is no one with me. I look right left and center. 

Which direction helps cease me from being 

Lonely. 

Water does not flow here without

salt. Even it contributes to me being

Lonely. 

Who can help? What am I to do? 

Lonely. 

To the right and to the left. 

Lonely. 

To the sides and down beneath me. 

Lonely. 

In my mind and in my heart. 

Lonely. 

Lonely.

Lonely...

But then I look up. And he was waiting. 

Theres rhyme and reason to me being

Lonely?

Is this a test? Can my faith withhold

Me being 

Lonely?

Must I fail he who has created me 

For reason of being

Lonely?

What else does one need? Even 

If he is 

Lonely. 

Those who are tested are loved. 

Allah has favoured me. 

How fortunate I am 

To be 

Lonely.