~Poems~

The Island

If you take a look at a map to search for me, you'll find that there's only blue

Stranded and with nobody around, I sit in the sand of an island

As far as my eyes can see, there's only water in the horizon

I guess people gave up looking for me eventually, I can sense it from here

Freezing as the wind blows over the area

I got nothing to build fire with, the sticks are all wet

Loneliness is getting to me, I haven't talked to someone real for so long I've forgotten how long

If they really wanted me to be found, wouldn't they hear my shouts?

And now as the night takes a hold, I do the best to keep myself warm

In the cold sand, I used to draw pictures, words and figures

It was all to keep my mind of starvation and loneliness

But now they're washed away, I don't even try to draw in the sand anymore

My eyes used to be irritated with tears and my voice used to be as hoarse as sandpaper because of all the screaming

I don't even know how my voice sounds anymore, it probably has a sound

After a while, all my emotions ran out and got me completely empty

I wish somebody could find me and take me back to shore

But deep inside I know, they just don't care

I lie down, curling myself into the ball I ever can

Just a bit further away from me, there's the biggest hole two hands could ever dig out

I know that it'll come soon, so when I feel it coming, I'll lie down in it

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody hears

They all just maybe notice my absence

So far away from everyone, I'm slowly wasting away on this island with cold sand