My Mind, The Island

Alone I stand in crowds of lost waves that greet me

Alone I stand in crowds of lost waves that greet me yet beat at my outer sands

Engulfed by social slits and slurs, with seas of uncertainty

Engulfed by social slits and slurs, with seas of uncertainty eroding

Engulfed by social slits and slurs, with seas of uncertainty eroding my shores of clarity.

Proud lands that once bloomed with treetops and vines, tropical fruits were topics of talk

Proud lands that once bloomed with treetops and vines, tropical fruits were topics of talk that no longer grow with interest.

Consternation took form in thunders voice, bellowing at the birds

Consternation took form in thunders voice, bellowing at the birds to utilise their freedom and leave me.

A paradise that once held bountiful wonders,

A paradise that once held bountiful wonders, left desolate

A paradise that once held bountiful wonders, left desolate by internal pollution.

I have a raft

I have a raft built from driftwood dreams

I have a raft built from driftwood dreams anchored by the unknown I have not tried to explore

So why do I feel so stranded?

So why do I feel so stranded? if I alone have the means to leave myself behind

So why do I feel so stranded? if I alone have the means to leave myself behind but still choose to stay?