Without Love

Without touch

We are a dead sea

Where tides rise and fall

On a barren shore

 

Without family

We are the last white rhino

Of a nearly extinct sub-species

Waiting in vain for a mate

That never comes

 

Without love

We are but hollow shells

Exoskeleton crustaceans

Branded by the noonday sun

 

Alone

We are but specimens in a zoo

We pace before the bars

Of a hundred onlookers

Searching each face

In despair.