The Island Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Punishing waves
Crashing into fragile rocks
Crumbling down
Into the chaos
It never saw coming


Restless waters
The barrier of demise
Freezing cold unification
As two forces
Share together
Too much pride


One has hubris
The other
Torn beyond repair
As each clashing
Makes both
Much worse for wear


The rift
Eternal it feels
Yet, in reality
Things are not
As long as they seem


Such a nightmare to one
Perhaps an ego stroke
For the other
Living out
The best of dreams


All is a residual
One, of pain
The opposite, pleasure
As the fragile rock
Turns to shrapnel
Now becoming
Swallowed by the waves


Emotions are beautiful
Yet, the can also be one's demise



If only the rock stood taller
Stronger, so the waves
Could never phase it
Torn apart
All in the name of distrust


Yet, I know
There will be a day
Someday
Where the rock shall resurface
Finding others full of scorn
As they all connect
Into an island of hope


Nothing can be worse
Only better days will come
When all agony turns
Into a warm weather
Feeling of paradise


Perhaps someday
The Island will be me


Somehow, someway
Someday

The island of me
Shall finally form
And then life
Will be
What I have
Always dreamt it to be

One way or another, someday

The island is me