Exile is the loneliest word
Exile is an unwanted orphan
Stranger in stranger’s hands
Exile is a living death
Alive but Dead to me
Exile is permanent goodbye
With no second chances
Exile is a slow death sentence
Makes time feel endless.
We need more than animalistic survival
Water food safety shelter
Will keep us propped up and functioning
In a zombie apocalypse I’d be dead on day one
I don’t want to be a sole survivor
What kind of existence is that?
Hoard guns, perishables and swimming pools in your luxury underground shelter?
We need each other to laugh and argue with
The chaos of this life gives us purpose
We need to speak share hope together
Or else why bother.