Treasure Island

Kimberley Waldron

(December 28 1993 / Georgetown, Guyana)

alone in the dark


lost and alone
i cannot see
the little light
has gone away from me

alone in the dark
i stand alone
looking,
searching
for the lost withered soul

im lost at sea
i cannot see
the nearby docks
approaching me

the seagulls fly
all gone east
but my ship has crash
leaving me

alone in the heavens
i cannot see
why god has chosen me
to take a seat in his lovely land
the devil himself
i, he did not want

alone in my mind
far out of reach
along and sudden the hand i feel

Submitted: Saturday, December 06, 2008

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  • Tesla Blackburn (7/11/2009 10:03:00 PM)

    very gud. i luv all of ur poems. i cant get enough of them... i can relate to them so well. almost identical to my life. (Report) Reply

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