The Island of life

On an island that no one knows

The seeds of sorrow a shipwreck sowed

To nip this off in the bud 

Let me tell you what I love

The books of old would do just fine 

To help me pass the spacious time 

From the darkest night doth I read 

These dusty tomes set me free

They break the chains that life hath made 

And free me from this cage of pain 

Forged from an aching heart bound to heal

With the doubt of life but death assured 

Through these pages my mind does soar 

To leave this cage forever more.

This poem is about: 
Me

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