Shipwrecked Poem by C.S. Keskuela

Nights
filled with loathing and regret
sadness and longing

i hate the nights the most now
what i used to love and take solace in
they always saw me through the storms
but now my thoughts inevitably land on your island
shipwrecked
isolated and lonely
no sustenance of value to be found

no further have i expectations
no lifeline exists
that could pull me into a new ship seaworthy enough
to withstand the northeasters of these thoughts

love you love you
but i can no longer think of you
no longer withstand this storm
for as i try
these fathoms take me and i die
so here is finally what you want to hear...goodbye