Castaway
We all have islands in our minds. How long have you been imprisoned on yours?
Looking out across the shore,
The sandy seaside strand,
One can hope to see no more
Than shades of distant lands.
For hope is dim as dawning light
Falling gently 'cross the bay,
It betrays you in the cold of night,
Then returns at break of day.
You learn to love the stillness,
To appreciate the peace,
All the while wishing for illness
To grant mercy and release.
The silence, unforgiving,
Presses slowly on your mind
Until the merest feat of living
Becomes a task most self-designed.
You know there are no people here,
You have searched time and again,
But silence trains your eyes and ears
For subtle sounds of foe or friend.
What a lovely prison,
What a serene place to stay
Between slumbering and risen
Through each peaceful, lonely day.
There are secrets hidden in the waves
And beauty in the trees,
What an alluring place to set a grave
Facing the silver sea.
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