Just To Let You Know

i am in an island
and i am in the middle of a struggle

the sound of the wind is not a song
for it is weeping

the sea has become a big mystery
the clouds as usual drift and unconcerned

the sun this morning comes
bringing me the sad news of a destruction

i sit upon the silence of the sands
figuring out the shape of a boat that must soon

take me away from here
out there there must be another island
where i can escape away from you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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