Member Poem

but i don’t see any boats in the distance
i’m scared to go to the shore
and take a quick dip
because i know it’ll be too deep

i rely on the fruits of my knowledge
that grow on that lonesome tree
i eat them everyday but in turn
i am eating away myself
SOS

days turn into weeks turn into months
there, look!
a helicopter hovers above for the first time
i wave my hands in a flurry. over here!
it passes just like the time does

no human is an island
then why am i alone in the deep
all that surrounds me is blue
above and below
i guess i’ll just bask in the sun for a little