another poem

[swift_leigh]

This peom is written in the style of a Shakespearian Sonnet.
Island in the sea

Surrounded by people all around,
Talking face to face;
Ears not hearing a sound,
Residing in a sealed off space.
Island meets the sea;
They touch and don’t understand,
The green surface is seen, but the bluest depths never to be;
The water only greets the sand.
Looking out from the bottom of a dark well,
The sunny horizon is always in the distance.
What has become an eternity in hell,
Should have been a short foggy instance.
Wishing for a person caring enough to reach;
Going into the thick forest beyond the beach.

~swift