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The fire that shattered during the night (All I need Poem)


I see the wreckage, the fire that shattered during the night. 

Silence was all that I heard, there was noone in sight. 

I was the only one who swam to the shore. 

I thought I would die, my spirit felt poor. 

But soon enough, the sand came, and I stood on solid ground. 

I heard birds chirping, what a beautiful sound. 

I kissed the ground beneath my feet. 

Thinking that God Almight is so sweet. 

But months past by, the berries turned sour. 

I began losing track of the different hours. 

I began gazing into the sun, thinking of all that I had lost. 

Of the queen sized bed that I needed, of the terrible cost. 

Oh my sweet girlfriend, how she is missed. 

I can't remember the last time we kissed. 

My two dogs, I've had them since I was young, 

Are they alive, the thoughts of their death stung?

I needed technology, the feeling of a keyboard on my hands. 
 

I needed to see a concernt, listen to music in the stands. 

I needed my parents, my childhood home, the memories of better days. 

Those memories are fading, I wish they would stay. 

I need to get out of this island, I need to leave soon. 

I feel like I'm stuck on repeat, my life is in ruins. 

Maybe, if I burn a fire, someone will see. 

They need to save me from this life of misery.

Whispers in my head are telling me that I need to leave. 

My belief in God is beginning to retreat. 

Maybe I'm needed as food for the sharks.

Maybe I need to jump from the ledge when it is dark. 

I walked all the way to the nearest cliff, plotting my demise. 

I thought of how it would go, my death already contrived. 

As I stood on the ledge, knowing the end I needed was near. 

An angel on my shoulder began to appear. 

The angel told me not to give up, that I needed the will to survive. 

It gave me the best medicine a doctor could prescribe. 

I realized that all the things I needed, it was just material vanity. 

On this island abandoned, I needed my sanity. 

 

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