I am a lonely island,
floating on the sea
Latitude and longitude,
don't mean a thing to me
An old bottle laid beside me,
washed up on the shore
'Twas a present left to guide me,
in the spirit of "Lamor"
I wrote my love a letter,
on a dried banana leaf
Penned from driftwood's ashes
mixed with nectar from the sea
I told him of my cruel demise,
the loneliness I felt inside
Writing with a heavy heart,
I offered him my last goodbye
I am a lonely island,
floating on the sea
I fear the world's forgotten,
all the things that I could be
I wrote my love a letter,
on a dried banana leaf
Left shipwrecked here forever
A lonely island, on the sea ...
©Wendy Phelan - 11 February 2020®️
Photography - Google - No Claim
About the Creator
Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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