Alone on an island with nowhere to go.
Cast away from the world by a shipwrecked boat.
The water of the ocean laps over my feet and the white sand beach.
Wind blows through my long thick hair as I sit alone.

10 months it has been since I last saw my mother.
9 months it has been since I last saw my wife.
She vanished into the murky waters that very night.
I am here, alone and stranded.

Most days I gaze out on the horizon just planning out my days.
I miss civilisation much although my memory of it has faded.
The sun glimmers in the warm and blue clear sky.
I look back on my life and I am sorry for the bad things I have done.

I'm sorry for the people I hurt.
I'm sorry to the wife I lost.
I'm sorry to my mother who grieves my death.
But maybe, it is for the best.