The Island

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. 

I can use my head whilst I’m still sane, searching for tools to enable my survival. 

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.