I'm on an island
and I'm gone.
An island filled with people
yet most usually alone.
Walking somber along the beaches
considering what's done.
Missing the days that it mattered
when on my face I felt the sun.
Their laughter and their gaze
unnoticed it does not go.
Wishes of better days
these days passing so slow.
The strength of conviction
it wanes by so fast.
Remembering a vision
in which I am the last.
The last one to say a thing
about the things that grow inside.
Wishing that the bell would ring
and I could get up and find my pride.
As I walk along the island
the sand between my toes.
The new mission in my heart
something I'm the only one that knows.
Knowing what I want to do
not the same as making it real.
Hearing the laughter and seeing you
hoping you never know how I feel.
On and Island all alone,
people all around me.
Sadly ready to relent I know
and face my final destiny.
The Island...and me
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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