The Isle of Me

We've all been there...

The Isle of Me

 

I am an isle,

In the sea of despair,

No one can reach me,

By land, sea or air.

 

An island of anger,

A land of frustration,

Raging peninsular,

Insular nation.

 

Not yet discovered,

My waters uncharted,

The land bare and barren,

The air broken-hearted.

 

The trees on me wither,

The lakes dry or shallow,

Nothing now grows here,

My fields remain fallow.

 

The last visitor here,

Has long since moved on,

Emotional nomad,

Was here, then was gone.

 

Burning the country,

She bled the land dry,

Took the birds from their nests,

The sun from my sky.

 

Her purpose was served,

She sought pastures new,

Green, unpolluted,

A prettier view.

 

An explorer will come,

One day to my shores,

To sow seeds of love,

Replenish my stores.

 

The isle that I am,

Will once again thrive,

Too long I've been dormant,

I'll soon be alive.