As I drove them away

On my island of loneliness, there is no room for anyone else.

Here, solitude is both a blessing and a curse:

Devastatingly beautiful to watch, yet excruciating to bear.

I walk through this lonely island

Where no-one seems to be.

Why did they go? I

drove them away.

With my pride, stronger than their humility;

With my arrogance, battering down their love;

With my selfishness, forcing their sacrifices;

With my anger, with my hatred and with my vanity I

drove them away.

Where on this island will I find rest?

Not in the wind of jealousy,

Not in the waves of misery lapping

calmly against the shore of life,

Not in the trees that overshadow me as I walk;

Where I drove them away.

I walk through this island and find

New feelings, new thoughts, new confessions

I never thought I had, as I

drove them away.