Message In a Bottle

[To the outside world] I am trapped on an island far at sea, There is no glimpse of life around me. Alone, cold and desolate, I was shipwrecked by ‘FATE’. I have been here for many years, And the time spent is starting to give me fears. Fears I may never be able to leave, Fears I am gradually starting to believe. Each day I wait in anticipation of a rescue, Yet each day my hopes are dashed anew. All I see are the waters before me, Seagulls flying above in silent mockery. Flaunting their freedom in ways they please, I yearn for such a [sweet] release. To whoever may read this, I am stuck in a place of ‘anti-bliss’. I am exhausted in both mind and body, I no longer care what lies ahead of me. My skin has been deadened by the scorching sun, An unfeeling being I have now become. Violent winds have undone me, I no longer see Life’s beauty. Only a fragment of hope remains, That my rescuers will not find my rotting remains. To whoever may see, Have in your in heart some sympathy. I am trapped on a island on this deathly ocean, Where loneliness is a slow killing potion. Each day Nature drops a subtle clue, That my underworld sojourn is long overdue. This is my last-gasped petition, a last chance plea, Whoever you are, PLEASE HELP ME! ­ Time is running out ­ Signed: Desolate islander… #BlueRain 2017