The Last Straw

No man is an island of himself
Because no man
Admits that everybody else is the sea.
Because we can’t all be islands
Somebody must be the sea
Somebody must
Be able to hold us in her depth
And no one person is that deep.
I have unwittingly burned bridges
Thinking the fire looked inviting
Yet there was no one to share with.
Today I decided
To drown the sea in a haystack
This epitaph of my social graces
Is the last straw.

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