Treasure Island

Albert Martin


Trapped


Trapped in this meadow
Where nothing grows
One man came one day
My misery he saw
My luggage is packed
But I can never go

Waiting for the swallow
In this my days are based
She suddenly turned around and she did go
What happened to her?
What was there in my face?
My heart must be cracked
But not as damaged
As a mind for which
Heaven is just haze
Paradise
An illusion
The earth
Let alone a place

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 30, 2014

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