A Poem by March Books

I think that sometimes everyone feels this way


I am an island,
alone in a sea of people.
They brush my shores, briefly, and then recede.
Like the ocean, gently licking the sands,
but never partaking.

Each wave rolls in,
sometimes taking when it goes,
sometimes leaving pleasure or pain.
But always leaving
For I am an island

like the sea, are life,
yet often taste of brine
and fail to nourish.
For I am an island

I am an island,
alone, lost in a sea,
drifting without direction or anchor,
as each wave erodes my shores.
Till there is nothing left to take.

© 2009 March Books

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makes a good point about being can be touched on the outside ,,,but it is difficult to affect the inside....solitary existance

Posted 7 Years Ago

Pretty good poem you have here. I'll take a look at the insanity thing when I have a chance.

Posted 10 Years Ago

that was great! really creative way to describe what so many feel.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on February 10, 2009


March Books
March Books

Sterling, CT

March Books is a new small publisher in Northeastern Connecticut. Established in October of 2008, our goal is to bring readers good stories with a social conscience. We are currently working with thre.. more..