Isolated, desolate
Standing by itself
No noise, no life
No one to pollute the quiet
One by one they trickle in,
Looking for some place new
Searching for, hoping for
something to do
Water licks the shores,
Boats bring more
Peace is soon extinct
Crowded land, crowded places
Crowded sounds, crowded faces
Surrounded by this clamor and noise
I can't even make it known
That I don't need an empty island
To feel wholly alone.
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PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
