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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What a misbegotten soul am I, to be lost upon isolation’s paradise, Marooned on desolation’s tropical island of plenty, except for Human championship, humanities driftwood a captured cast Away, from civilization’s socialization, thus I’m alone survivor Of life’s shipwreck! Collisions hardship volunteer trapped, upon the coral reef Beyond stresses everyday reality, rocked by the sounding Stormy seas here I’ve lain anchor, as the swift currents Undertow heaved at my chains of living cutting at them, Biting at them, until the metal broke apart, leaving me here Stranded, naked and afraid! Hail winds torrent clouds tare at my towering sails, breaching The structure of my humble world of complacency, until nothing Remained solvable, but a small piece of mine own dignities Silvery pine beam, at the break waters merciful edge of Existence I’m so dashed against the rocks of mine own Oblivion! In these dangerous waters treading I swim without Life preserves protection, amongst me others are Screaming, drowning beneath the crushing waves Thrashing, I reach outwardly for these lost souls, Yet they seamlessly slip away, on the tidal rips Slanted curve! Awakening from this living portrayed of a nightmare, I cling to the dream of an off shore utopia, yet in Poverty’s deficiency’s my iron clad shackles remain As retrains locking bars, and left in tarots armaments I know this is my only lot in life to bare alone! A beach comber of yesterday’s remembrance, I drift, Watching through my badly damage telescope, Waving in retrospect motion, hoping for rescues Leveling hand of salvation! What misbegotten soul am I, to be lost upon isolation’s paradise, Marooned on desolation’s tropical island of plenty, except for Human championship, humanities driftwood a captured cast Away, from civilization’s socialization, thus I’m alone survivor Of life’s shipwreck! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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