The Island
Alone, is this now my forever?
Hunched over cocooning myself, the harsh grains of sand penetrate my skin.
I can see for miles the deep blue ocean, the same view repeated in all directions.
Isolated miles away from civilisation, afraid of what lies ahead.
Blood trickles from my hands as I separate the coarse leaves from the trees.
A raft could be the difference between life and death, my lifeline my connection with civilisation.
Has it been hours has it been days? I have no recollection time.
All I have are my memories and past experiences. Are these enough when I see now how many mistakes I have previously made?
Hallucinations are a daily occurrence now. I see ships in the distance or do I?
I taste the lemons in lemonade and the crunch of a carrot, savouring every moment.
The crash of waves awaken me, my lemonade now becomes salt water.
I hear a new sound in the distance it becomes louder and louder.
My body shakes and my eyes open to see her face looking at me.



