Alone with a Spear of Ink

Drip...drop...tick...tock The sun blares with a raging wip Slowly eyes open and find only foreign sights A scream, a cry, a shriveled up shriek Turns to lost and alone on a vast island Besides the child is a long magical white pen Almost invisible to the beautiful white sand The young one grabs it with ease In hours before, a boat stay afloat But, barely as the winds and waves hit Tossing and turning left later a rainbow And every horrid moment could be forgotten If not a child had been swept away By the raging ocean beneath With only the tiny body and little lungs The child's breathing stopped Until the child found bliss On an island alone With a Spear of Ink