I have an island
I bet you think I'm rich.
I'm really not.
I have an island.
People come and go.
But I'm the only one who stays.
Boats come in and out,
drifting by.
I meet people for years, or for hours,
but I feel a loss as they go.
I am an island.
All alone.
People come and go.
They never stay long.
For them,
I'm a tropical vacation, a place to get away from their problems.
But I was made of a volcano.
I crumble with every wave.
Pieces of me break off.
But I try to remain
tropical.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
I have an island
I bet you think I'm rich.
I'm really not.
I have an island.
People come and go.
But I'm the only one who stays.
Boats come in and out,
drifting by.
I meet people for years, or for hours,
but I feel a loss as they go.
I am an island.
All alone.
People come and go.
They never stay long.
For them,
I'm a tropical vacation, a place to get away from their problems.
But I was made of a volcano.
I crumble with every wave.
Pieces of me break off.
But I try to remain
tropical.
I just feel like an uninhabited island sometimes.
I actually kind of like this poem.