Abandoned Island

My only want in life is to be found and kept,

Boats pass on the horizon, leaving me only to have wept.

They come and go with only the footprints left behind.

Was it me, was it them, was I forsaken by the unkind.

My life has meaning to bring something to someone.

Even if only as a waylay to pastures of more fun.

Being this thing that people only pass by

Has left me with nothing but a grieving lie.

My coast has crumbled to sharp ledges,

My waters dangerous with coral edges. 

Only time will tell if the Abandoned Island is doomed,

Or will hope persist in the future loomed. 

One thought on “Abandoned Island”

  1. I liked your poem. I hope you will share more poems with us.

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