The Forgotten

Desolate island, all alone.
Crashing against the shore,
the cursed waves.
No sun to light the sky,
and ease the pain.
Only rain clouds
on these dark days.
Cold and hungry,
we can't survive.
Praying God will spare our lives.
The rain falls but not from the sky,
they are the tears from our eyes.
On this island all alone,
not leaving flesh, only bone.

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