The Island
Alone on this land,
I found in a storm,
I sink in the sand,
Where waters are warm.
With no one around,
The island is bare.
Just me on the ground.
I sit and I stare.
My mind is at ease.
My body is free.
The waves of the seas,
Are all the at I see.
The plane is in two.
I’m so far away.
There’s no need to do,
The nine to five day.
And so if I see,
A plane I could spot,
I could make a plea,
But I’d rather not.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
