Blue 52

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What must it be like

For the poor blue fifty-two?

To never be heard,

Never be seen,

As others pass by without a clue.

Does its large heart

Constrict with words unspoken?

So much to express,

So much to share,

A weary soul left broken.

It might sadly watch as

Whale after whale passes by,

Without a glance,

Without a touch,

None ever hear it cry.

As it wanders all alone

In the ocean deep and vast,

A little wistful,

A little lonely,

In the darkness it is lost.

What happens when it can
No longer hold the winter of its grief?
Through endless dark waters,
Through unanswered songs,
Bereft of love, however brief.

Will its powerful, aching heart

Burst open, filled with dolour?

Painting the ocean,

Painting the fishes,

Pallid , devoid of colour.

The songs that it sings alone

At fifty-two hertz — can you hear

To call for a companion,

To call for love,

Yet failing in its endeavour?

So it drifts through empty waters

In the hope of a bright new dawn,

When it finds a friend

And finds a home,

Erasing the misery it has undergone.

*The Blue 52, is an individual whale of unidentified species that calls at the unusual frequency of 52 hertz.  The blue whale and the fin whale call at 10 to 39 Hz and 20 Hz respectively.

Since its frequency is too high, it cannot be heard by the others and thus described as the "world's loneliest whale".

**This poem is not about the whale though. It's about the loneliness a person encounters though surrounded by people.