Hell's One Reject

How can it be That only me Is stranded here On this small isle? I have no fear; I am not in denial. But I wish that I could be Like the souls in the sea. There was a dreadful gale, Full of lightning and hail. Our ship was meanly toss'd And sunk into the sea. All lives aboard were lost-- Every life but me. And now I curse the sea and rail Against the wind that dared to touch our sail. That I alone am spared Seems to be not quite fair, For I see my ship, wreck'd, With bodies floating dead. And I, Hell's only reject, Do naught but dread That I must keep on breathing air And not be at rest in a dark and wat'ry lair.