What The Island Took

February 28, 2016

I find myself alone

On an island unfamiliar

With nothing but myself

And a feeling drawing nearer.

It is like a fog,

All consumingly ominous

And as it creeps through my skull and brain

My terror becomes bottomless.

How long have I been here?

It’s been a long time since I’ve known.

I don’t know the specific number

But every day I’ve been alone.

I have nothing with me

I’ve been talking to myself

Especially as of late,

To myself I’ll say farewell.

The sun is beating down on me

As I remember the time before

I was marooned on this island

Memories I do deplore.

“What would you bring if you were on an island?”

My answers have changed significantly.

Before it would have been my favorite book.

Always I'd say The Great Gatsby.

But once I got here, there was no time for books

Although time was all I had

All I wanted was something simple

And now it’s slipping from my grasp.

As the sun sets on my mind

I think of Tom and Nick and Daisy

For the only thing I wanted to keep

Was my sanity.

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