Lonesome George (collab)

by Colm

By Olwin and Colm

(This is a collab that was written for a club contest, where the subject of the poem was an animal. George is the last turtle of his kind, about to become extinct )

I always wondered, why do they stare at me so?
Pointing fingers and shooting flashing lights
as I exist in my encloseure,
'Its Lonesome George,' the small ones say,
thirty years of this tedious routine,
Has steadily dulled my senses like anestitic

I want to escape this dull routine...
This life I live alone everyday, I have no friends.
Except the faces that continually stare at me,
Glare at me, and then walk away.
Leaving me alone...
Without a place to call my home,
Without a friend, when will it end?