Shipwrecked

Abandoned , once again, on an island of deception.

 Stranded hundreds of miles from the shores of ambition.

 Left alone to piece together 

what few shreds of my pathetic existance that remain.

Given a pirates treasure map where "X" marks the heart.

I dig incessantly for something that I doubt exists. 

With no raft for to float away. No food to feed my hungry soul.

Not even suntan lotion to protect my flesh.

 It won't be long before the elements of dispair take their toll

 

and find me without breath, gulls pecking out my once envisioned eye's.

 At the bottom of a hole that I dug ,searching for the ever elusive  

love

                   

Reviews

[MichelleSun]

You are sure right about loves' elusiveness but SOMETIMES we cant find love because ,subconsciously, we really dont want it and are afraid or just not ready for it so we ruin our own chances by making choices that are counterproductive in achieveing the main goal which is to love someone annd let them love you.

Nice piece!

[Kriss]

This is beautiful.

[Mistral Bilgera]

Elusive, playful love. just when you thought it's hopeless, it manifest. love the triumph of persistence and hope in the end of your poem! satisfying read about love! :)

[Beka]

Wow...
I think thats the best adjative my brain can spit out at this time.

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

this poem is really great. it has a very unexpecting end. the wording is wonderfully truthful and beautiful to say aloud. great work. i love it.

[The Tao of Bri]

sweet jesus..man...you have been hanging around me too long.. I have felt this one hard core!~

[Jessi]

Im sorry about your bad day, This is well written it expresses how you feel well i wish i could help you somehow

[RHEA CROSLEY]

It reminds me of the song with the line "searching for love in all the wrong places". Yes it is hard to find people that are stable enough and not to hard hardened for true love. One must go to the source of true love to find its depths. Also, depending on the tone you read this piece it can be very numerous. I like the latitude in this particular poem. Some palms would be ridiculous with this much emotional latitude but this one is great for that sort of thing.

[Legion]

This was riddled with angst. Great work and the imagery was wonderful. A few spelling errors here and there, but a fine read.