Saturday, October 10, 2009

My Island

I'm not a poet. Never have been. But this keeps rattling inside my head. It's a work in progress, so take it easy.

My Island

I talk but no one hears me.

I plan but no one cares.

I wait but there's only silence.

I walk but there's only mine.

I need but there's only a dream.

I cry but there's only a dog.

I want him to need me and I dont mean the dog.

I'm alone on this island with my furry friend. Making my way through this wet sand.

Waves of ...... emptiness, guilt, want, worry, apathy, and finality wash over me.

Unwanting to imagine an alternative. Scared to want more? Even though, even now the boat is built for two.


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