I am a castaway
on this island called loneliness
burning fires day and night
like so many bridges between you and I
in hope of being saved
but the ships that sail by
only want one thing from me
that which I cannot give
and the sand between my toes
is washed away by the tide
along with my hopes and dreams
my message in a bottle
is a cry for help
and I cast it into the waves of desperation
but every morning, alas
it has washed up on the shore again
unopened and unanswered.
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