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Island of Man

  • Writer: Paul Grove
    Paul Grove
  • Mar 3
  • 1 min read

Updated: 6 days ago

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






 
 
 

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