Trapped on an island
Lost in a sea of
and other things
Every day I see the soft shores
Being eaten away
by acid ocean
Wearing down what's left of my fortitude
The feeling of clean water in my throat
Every taste but salt
It's for the best
I won't remember until I'm back
And I will be. There is always a way.
It isn't always easy. Or soon. But it's there.
I just need to