lost in paradise

 

stranded   alone   on a south sea isle   a paradise   

white sand   tropical breezes   

food   clothing   shelter   time abundant   

 

no hope of rescue   hoping nonetheless   

how long 

before sanity becomes insanity   

 

how long before insanity becomes my new reality   

does peace come to me 

in a way i cannot imagine   dropping like a coconut on sand   

   

does dread come at the thought of returning to this life  

as one dreads the end of summer 

when summer love is all  

 

of all that i will miss   of all that i will long for  

what will i long for most   and what is her name





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Written on 2017-06-19 at 00:09

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful piece. I can feel the relaxed atmosphere and sense the trepidation :)
2017-06-24



I believe that insanity seldom comes with peace. Why? I don't know. The demons come out to haunt the brain. It would be good if it did to help us when situations cannot be withstood any longer.

On longing, it will always be there.

Upon returning home, I think it cannot be done. Once a place is left and we build a new life, the old one is unacceptable.
I have just returned to the bustle of NYC and the peaceful beauty of Northern NY and although I appreciate the beauty and vastness of it, it is no longer home.

A progression of events in this poem. Most enjoyable.
Ashe
2017-06-19


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
So at peace, so serene.
2017-06-19