I sit on the shore of this island
I look upon civilization.
It teems with life, laughter, and joy.
I can hear their echoes in the distance
But all that I feel is silence
It whispers to me in the isolation
Silence calls my name.
I have myself to blame.
I walked here.
I used to have a life of abundance;
Until a faint, rickety, old bridge attracted this wandering soul.
I stepped foot on this island and exploration drove me wild.
I could smell the ashes in the air.
My bridge had burned to the ground.
I was trapped.
Then I realized I carried the matches in my hand.
Silence laughs at me.