Stranded on the island
we know as life
in the middle of the ocean
filled with turmoil and strife.
We may well never be alone
but lonely we are for sure
since the flies buzz louder
than our ears can endure.
Not even the peaceful wake
can appease our hearts
and the sand underfoot
was but a pain from the start.
The tropical breeze
sends shivers to our souls
as the clouds form overhead
and our fire burns as coals.
Food is surely scarce
and water cannot be drunk;
like the boat that brought us here,
humanity has indeed sunk.
Autumn Siders 