Time trapped in a bottle,
oceans lapping at the ores.
A single boat of loneliness,
has wrecked upon the shores.
A searching soul,
Among the rubble of the old,
a young man has soon been found.
Life has blown you once off course,
to an island far away,
match your cards,
and suit your deck,
shuffle once or twice.
Pick a card,
perhaps the top, middle, or below?
A young man of simple taste,
warrior soon undone.
A mask, a fear, a sword struck deep.
But is it he who not be drawn to thee?
Rebuild, rebuild,
gather up your cards,
draw thy sword,
and cut thy way,
to wide and open shores.
It takes a humble man,
to stand upon unsteady feet,
it takes a strong man,
to know that he’s been beat.
But strip the clothes of those around you,
and you are no less.
You’ve seen the world for what has been given,
and soon you curse the rest.
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Submission Name: Island
