Ishmael

They abandoned you long ago,
dear Ishmael,
but I never did-
Tied by the wrists with fishing line,
I heard all
the ill-offense thrown your way

You were lost for so long,
precious Ishmael,
but I never believed it-
a man cannot be marooned
on an island that
exists solely in his own head.

I'm so sorry that they threw you aside,
darling Ishmael,
but how can you get over this
when you're still bleeding
from ancient wounds while fresh ones
are blossoming upon your crown?