The Fog Horn by Ray Bradbury

It has been more than a million years.
I have no one to talk to or play with.
One can not survive without communication.
I was alone.

I there may be one more creature like me left in the sea.
I've gathered up courage for my journey.
I'm ready to begin my travels upward from the Deeps.

It's the only option I'm left with.
Once I reunite with one of my kind all will return to normal.
I was alone

Months pass.
I told myself I would get to Lonesome Bay --eventually.
I just kept on swimming.
At times I had no hope.
I didn't know what would happen to me or when I would arrive.
I was alone.

After a year, I wanted to give up.
Suddenly I felt a coolness rush over my head.
As I kept swimming upwards, more came rushing down on me.
At last, I had reached the surface.
Joy had filled me.
I did it.
I didn't have to be alone anymore.

I had yet reunited with one of my kind.
I heard its deep cry--
I responded with pride and delight.
I wasn't alone.

We had just begun our conversation.
When all of a sudden, its bellow was no more.
Was it scared of me? Was the monster a joke?
I didn't know what was happening
My soul filled with despair.
I was alone.

After all these years.
This is what I have come to find.
A fake monster, only here to mimic me cry.
I was devastated.
I was alone.

As anger got ahold of me, I crashed into this fake creature.
Who dare do this to me?
I had but only good intentions.
I'll never come back.
What will I do?
I cant survive the rest of my life like this.
What will happen to me at the bottom of the ocean
with no one to talk to and nothing to do?
I'll rot away.
I was alone forever.