A man must die in the storm,
burn in the fire,
drown in the ocean,
just to prove his love.
Still, he ends up alone.
It doesn’t matter who shares his bed,
what he owns or doesn’t,
what street he calls home,
what he wears,
what colour holds his skin.
Loneliness doesn’t check credentials.
It comes for every kind of man,
the same way, every time.
Like a nightmare he can’t wake from.
Most never do.
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Author:
Forbes Kwinana (
Online) - Published: September 12th, 2026 06:20
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Comments1
There is an isolation and alienation in this poem that is cold and stark. Nicely written
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