My Island

Misty from the atmosphere
Waves of flashing pages
On an island that is lacking
On the island that is mine

From whence ideals originate
Albeit quite the haven
"Bare and shaven!"
Cry the walls
Throughout the halls
Now damp and craven
On an island that is barren
On the island that is mine

The quintessential folly
For the bearer, so determined
Now exterminated, gladly
By the madly unprovoken
Never spoken out against
Yet recognizing, "'Tis the token."
Agonizing, bound and broken
On an island that is weeping
On the island that is mine

For the, now erratic, beating
Represents a symbol, fleeting
Meeting all required heating
For the eating of the beast
At least, in haste, there lies a reason
For the season, unpermitted
Aimed and pitted up, resisting
Now consisting of a reprimand
Unnecessary learning
On an island that is burning
On the island that is mine

Still, my island is a vision
My decision, though a waste
In haste, I've delegated slumber
For my number, to be taken
Quite forsaken in the essence
All incessant forms of these
Though, if you please, it's never-ending
On an island that is sinking
On the island that is mine

Vincent J. Vera