My island is concrete
In a sea of quick sand
With sharks of corroded screws
Daring me to try and pass through
My island is desolate
Full of statues from the past
Where the sun sears on relentlessly
And the rains drown out the sound
My island is consistent
Within a world that remains the same
Here the storms are predictable and unprecedented
And the calm brews up only underhand
My island is home
In a world of sought isolation
Yet everyone seeks out sole companionship
Stuck in an island of concrete in quicksand
JS
28/7/13
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