Nights <br />filled with loathing and regret <br />sadness and longing <br /> <br />i hate the nights the most now <br />what i used to love and take solace in <br />they always saw me through the storms <br />but now my thoughts inevitably land on your island <br />shipwrecked <br />isolated and lonely <br />no sustenance of value to be found <br /> <br />no further have i expectations <br />no lifeline exists <br />that could pull me into a new ship seaworthy enough <br />to withstand the northeasters of these thoughts <br /> <br />love you love you <br />but i can no longer think of you <br />no longer withstand this storm <br />for as i try <br />these fathoms take me and i die <br />so here is finally what you want to hear...goodbye<br /><br />C.S. Keskuela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shipwrecked-7/
