The clock rings the alarm
"Time to awaken....Why?"
You try to work with every cold and isolated moment
You have no tears left to cry.
Social rafts to escape this island are non existent
No access to another to this forgotten inhabitant.
I'm invisible even with   a signal  flare
Even as strangers tell me.  "Don't   feel like it's the end."
I laugh inside
Like  the Joker
"You are not wearing my shoes?"
"Want to see me rot until I'm dead?"
Still, I work on my trades, by my own company.
Trying to understand their  "rules."
So, what does this "creator" invent when he runs out of tools?
No one wishes to visit you or your "Wonder Island."
You married a curse that is being the one left on the outside.
Now, "enjoy your fate's wedding band."