Lonely Isle

I live upon an island
set in a swirling sea of gray
of life that lingers on
though time I see is fleeting.
I walk through a fogged jungle
dodging, parrying, feinting, thrusting
must that I marshal my defenses
as I go about this life I live.

Though my island is but a bubble
bobbing in the transverse sea
lonely in a crowded world
shivering through the heat of day.
I pray as I’m preyed and devoured
yearning to find some solace
in the solitude of my lonely isle
beset by many who dare invade.

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