Island of Man

I know a man who is an island

His destiny

Is plain to see

Surrounded by the Sea of Me

Without a tree as an asylum

No future holds

The past explodes

A dead end street with no crossroads

The silent air a stillness sounding

An echo in

A might-have-been

A call for help a mortal sin

Upon the shore the waves are pounding

With none to hear

So cavalier

A wordless whisper disappear

Island

Island

Island of man