The Little Crab

waves hit the shore, one by one
the sand, piping hot due to the blazing sun
for miles and miles there wasn't a single soul in sight
the little crab lay in its hole, alone, waiting for the night

he had no friend, he had no foe
he had no home, no where to go
he knew no faith, no god, no myth
in troubled waters, no one to be with

the other crabs didn't care a bit
about the little crab's plight
a lonely little crustacean, in his hole he would sit
with no companion to share his fright

he had to learn to wade the waves
he had to learn to hide
he had no choice but to live alone
and bear the jeers and chides

all alone, beaten and hurt
the little crab felt like dirt
with not a soul lending out a hand
to save him from drowning into, of worries, the sand

i guess that's life, the little one thought
alone we go as alone we come
maybe every battle is best, alone, fought
no need to be a burden for anyone

and so the tiny crab walked along the shore
looking into the sunset eyes full of tears
sending out a silent prayer to anyone who would care
to come deliver him from his sufferings and fears