I wish I were an island
Undiscovered by man
Untouched by sin
In the middle of the ocean
Safe from treasure hunters
Who would steal and plunder
Rob me of my jewels
And loot my gold
Leave me bare and alone
With only the memory
Of what I used to be
I wish I were an island
Left in my blissful solitude
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Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
