Sadness surrounds me
The rhythm of tears has started playing
I am no longer reachable
Stuck on a lone island
Thousand miles due West
Putting everything else to rest
The phones are ringing
But they never rang
Probably just another prank
I am stranded
With no one to hear
Praying far away in the rear

The bucket has become empty
All the water has been displaced

Now all that I can do
Is pray to the almighty grace

I am waiting
Waiting forever, for someone to come
And take away my boredom
And listen to my tantrum

The supplies are about to end
I am nearing the final descend
With a hope for things to mend
And, a pinch of enlightenment
For the poem I just penned...