When I Was On the Island

The night has come again, the sun rest peacefully, My mind is wavering, for this murky late evening, there are eyes lurking around, waiting for me to fall as sleep… I’m so scared, can somebody help…? Fire made through stone rubbing, I know it won’t suffice the cold evening, It will only take a while, to embrace me on this cold night… Insects are going wild, Sucking my burned skin from the daylight, Rushes are everywhere… In this empty Island, I see no hope, I see no human forms around me… I’m so scared… really scared… I want to cry, but my eyes won’t shed a tear… Why am I here? Please tell me...? As I sob my face into my hands… The angry wind whipped into me... It was so cold… very cold… Then I heard a voice… ….It was just a nightmare….