Confessions

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.

It’s deafening.

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.

Isolated.

Abandoned.

Silenced.

Then I realized I carried the matches in my hand.

Silence laughs at me.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Silence