Trapped on an island-
of weathered beauty
raging waters explode
then cough up at the shore
her haunting noise rages on
I hear a lion's roar-
upon an African plain
Stranded alone-
I hear your screams
vocal rages-
deafens my mind
killing me slowly
as muffled sounds
of a dying heart
beat now listless-
while I drown
under my own
ocean's fury of
bubbles-
Painted sky laughs-
at my cheap brush
foam washing on the shores
like a Friday latte
The beauty of-
my world died while
stealing the glory of my soul
A lone shell lies-
on a covered
sea weed shore
it's inhabitant long since gone
all value now erased
I still pick it up-
another addition to my
cheap and useless collection
For a deserted island girl
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The beauty of- my world died while stealing the glory of my soul..........................soul serenades by glory of own crown beauty resonates drinking cup of red, beautiful write by imagery, yet wrought ingenious,10+++, thanks for sharing