The Island of life
On an island that no one knows
The seeds of sorrow a shipwreck sowed
To nip this off in the bud
Let me tell you what I love
The books of old would do just fine
To help me pass the spacious time
From the darkest night doth I read
These dusty tomes set me free
They break the chains that life hath made
And free me from this cage of pain
Forged from an aching heart bound to heal
With the doubt of life but death assured
Through these pages my mind does soar
To leave this cage forever more.
This poem is about:
Me