Island

a poem by Skye Kerri- Leigh Bagshaw, UK

Here I am sat alone
Nearly always on my own
No I’m not stewing on it
I know the loner box is where I comfortably fit
I just feel wistful about one bit
Craving constant company I would feel like a drone
A desperate sheep and a clone
But I do wish people would answer the phone
Or saw my messages and replied
Sometimes I’ve overthought it so much I’ve sighed
And broken down and cried
I feel like when they promised a friendship forever they lied
I felt like I was sinking alone in the sand
On my sad little Island

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