My history is one of sadness
Lonely
and loveless
No
memories of joy to comfort
Only
the emptiness
Of
a life spent alone
Like
Robinson Crusoe
On
his desert island
I
sit surround by the ocean
Inhospitable
and deep
In
my life the ocean is the world
The
blue water
Its
inhabitants
Washing
up to my shore
But
always washing away again
Tantalising
and teasing
But
I cannot embrace the waves
I
must remain alone
On
my desert island
Looking
out to sea
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