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.
Copyright © Jd Maxwell | Year Posted 2021
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