Island
It’s time to concede.
It’s time to recede.
And wash up.
Onto an island that's about to erupt.
With chaos and fights.
So I must hope with all my might.
That if I behave unlike the others.
Who are treated like just another-
Hopeless, and evil fool.
We all thought we were cool.
Until we were taken from reality.
Into hospitality.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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