This island, so desolate and gray. Its sky forms
pompous clouds that never care to open and the only
sounds invading ears are defined by the mechanical
rise and recession of moon-inflicted ocean waves.
Watch the water saturate the sand and quickly fade away,
much like the encasement of a spirit that has chosen to decay.
Two ships lay docked displaying their grandeur. I’m
captured by their appearances, yet tied down by indecision.
One holds my place for I cannot board both. I have
witnessed the meaningful hopes of one and the other’s
promises of treasure and gold. Still I remain bound
to this island, weak from its simple inebriating hold.
Retreat to my cave, a settlement embraced by those
before me. Markings remain affirming past residence.
The echoes they once made seem preserved within these
walls, whispering notions of guidance providing comfort
for bonds broken apart. Oh voices of reason,
renew this man, renew this dying heart!
I can hear the captains calling out now, they’re lifting
up the anchors. Accelerating pulse, no thoughts
left to think and no time left to try. Eyes pinpoint
target, legs start to react. I’m abandoning this island
of fear and doubt. A decision has been made, no need
to debate. The night approaches and my ship awaits.