Perched on this rock
all alone and in the dark,
as oceans of sadness flood my mind.

 

Amid an endless ocean
whose salt water reopens
fresh scars from an old wound of mine.

 

As I stare into the distance
to allow my mind to wander,
I felt a tear begin to roll down to my chin.

 

I wiped my face dry,
then a tear from my eye,
soon crept down my face once again.

 

How was the love of my heart
soon destroyed and torn apart?
Why do my tears now fall to the ground?

 

Why do I sit upon this rock,
wishing all this pain would stop,
and praying no one ever comes around?

 

I’ve learned throughout the years
that there’s no place for my tears,
except the bank of an island unto myself.

 

So here is where I’ll stay
till my tears dry and fade away,
or this pain inside goes somewhere else.

"An Island Unto Myself"