• anetita 23w


    They say no man is an island,
    But the way those waves crashed around him
    Proved such a theory untrue.
    Sometimes hope flickered in his ocean eyes,
    Then disappeared in their depths,
    Like a diamond lost in the blue.
    An immovable mass of uninhabited land,
    All jagged edges, not a sliver of sand.
    Yet I witnessed a hint of softness,
    A rare smile reaching his eyes,
    Wishing his hostile shores welcomed me home,
    The one and only guest,
    On his lonely isle.