its about being stranded on an island, but in a mental sense with my mind, or self being the island. pushing everyone away just to get away from one person..only having yourself and your memories left, but being free of pain.


Stranded

the sun sets on the western side, the sky a vibrant gold

while the eastern side grows pale and blue, the waters deep and cold

i watch the waves come rolling in from shores of distant lands

..and i etch her name right next to mine in the windblown island sands.

i reminisce back through the times when u were close to me

now im alone and all i have is myself and the sea

a sea of thoughts...of memories. forever wandering lost.

from shore to shore, each side the same..surrounded by the cost.

i bought myself away from you..im stranded from the pain.

..but its an awful price to pay when you lose everyone the same.




Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 23:57

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