(A chipping occurs, particles fall forward.  Trapped on the Isle where thoughts cannot bounce.)

...Seeing a change, I wake from the protectional glow.
A light not unlike the warmth of mothers caress.
Only to find that my world is lost to me...

...Surprise, fear, many others crowd about my vulnerable form.
Living the uniform life to the best of knowledge.
Aware of the fall always preying in the shadows...

...Attempts prove futile, while depression blankets my cold,
dying glow...