Solitary Sand


United States
38° 51' 8.712" N, 94° 22' 58.8972" W

I stand along this solitary sand

The sun rising at it's peak

Salty waves creeping upon the shoreline

Ninety-five days is the streak


Whimsic waters slither under my toes

The light shines upon my tan

I greet this lonesome island as my home

I am confined without man


My mind has kept me with good company 

With humor still fixed witty

The remote sea washed away my troubles

Of life in the lost city

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This poem reflects on how the only the thing I need on a deserted island is myself. Being alone is okay and keeps me from the rigors and stress of living in society.

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