My history is one of sadness
Lonely and loveless
No memories of joy to
comfort
Only the emptiness
Of a life spent alone
Like Robinson Crusoe
On his desert island
I sit surround by the
ocean
Inhospitable and deep
In my life the ocean
is the world
The blue water
Its inhabitants
Washing up to my shore
But always washing
away again
Tantalising and
teasing
But I cannot embrace
the waves
I must remain alone
On my desert island
Looking out to sea
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