Just a Soulless Traveler
I live upon an island without soul
Changing with the shape of rippled dune
Battling the ebb of pilfering tides
Of timeless winds and drifting moon.
I am banished here – by choice,
Hardened to the sting of salty spray
Silenced by the roar of breakers voice.
The tourist come to traipse
Among my distant thought
Though the lessons that they teach
Are never what they sought
For scars that bled for others
Cannot set them free
As they never look within
But always out to sea.
For I am neither lighthouse
Nor buoys sounding gong
Just a soulless traveler
Who hung around too long.
John G. Lawless
©5/7/2022
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