Alone with a Spear of Ink

The sun blares with a raging wip
Slowly eyes open and find only foreign sights
A scream, a cry, a shriveled up shriek
Turns to lost and alone on a vast island
Besides the child is a long magical white pen
Almost invisible to the beautiful white sand
The young one grabs it with ease

In hours before, a boat stay afloat
But, barely as the winds and waves hit
Tossing and turning left later a rainbow
And every horrid moment could be forgotten
If not a child had been swept away
By the raging ocean beneath

With only the tiny body and little lungs
The child's breathing stopped
Until the child found bliss
On an island alone
With a Spear of Ink

This poem is about: 
Our world


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