The Dark Isle

Another tally mark

I’ve been here four years
It’s noted on the bark

Another gray sunrise
Another dull sunset
Not to my surprise

Another night alone in bed

Another night trying to clean up the dust
Inside my cluttered head

This island has nothing but weeds
I set it all a blaze
And plant some new seeds

One night through the smoky haze
I notice a shimmering light
That sets me into a newfound daze

I haven’t seen a light this bright
Since I was floating in the suburban sea
Could tonight be the night?

I’ve wanted to escape for a while
I must capture this light
And get off this dark isle

I slap together a raft of burnt sticks
And paddle towards the brightness
Hoping to find a permanent fix…