The IslandA Poem by Ben AshelfordI solation is an odd thing and many people are affected by it. this is something inspired by a family member.
This island stands alone and proud.
Waves of friends don't grace these shores. Rocks of lonely regrets sit upn the cove. It's only the birds above that sing here. Silent echos of coversations past. Bring deafening blindness that see no wrong. Night becomes day when day is too long. Shipwrecked regrets stay un-noticed. The grass is green here. There are no bridges built. The horizan is so small it fades to dark. Surrounded by nothing, this is the island of isolation. The moon is eclipsed by clouds of no reason. The troubled stars have strayed from their bed. The atmoshphere ice warm, it burnt all time. This island, you see, I call it life. © 2011 Ben AshelfordReviews
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8 Reviews Added on October 9, 2011 Last Updated on October 9, 2011 AuthorBen Ashelfordportland, dorset, United KingdomAbouti love to write and read. I started writing poetry at 17 when i was first published but stopped sharing my work for a few years. at 26 i have decided to start sharing again so i hope you enjoy my offe.. more..Writing
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