Centuries ago, a beautiful woman lived on an island
She was looking for a soul to understand her 
Every morning she would climb to the forest's canopy
Every day she would sing a lugubrious song:
Can you hear me? See me? 
Please, come seek me
Free me

The song rippled across the island's rivers,
traversed the volcanoes,
dipped beneath the sedimentary crevices,
flew across azure skies
Emptiness echoed in reply
She wept in reverberations

Disillusioned, 
the beautiful island girl stopped singing one day.
The heart died a lonely death
In her prodigious pursuits,
she lost her own soul in search for another
and never cared to find it again.

Diction

• lugubrious: looking or sounding sad and dismal
• Prodigious – remarkably or impressively great in extent, size, or degree.
• Disillusioned – disappointed in someone/something that one discovers to be less good than one had believed

Prompt

Misfits: How it feels when you don’t belong in a group of others.