Me, Myself an Isle by JJ Johnson
An island abandoned in a tempestuous, deep blue ocean
Amidst the ebbs and flows of currents severally set in motion
Risen from volcanic fires douced by the salty tears of great white whales
Only to be pounded down by the waves and fierce wind of nature's gales
Bathed beneath the force of echoing tsunamis ravaging these shores
Somewhere underneath the rock beats a heart that quivers as it roars
The aching rock may never cry but still drips with the lament of silence
While tempting fate with a lightning rod will surely put an end to innocence
Still after an eternity of unjust loneliness there remains a light within
Exposing a horizon lined with silver that allows raw healing to begin
11/06/2017 Posted on 11/07/2017 Copyright © 2024 JJ Johnson
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