A letter to Home

Escaped to an island;

Is what I did;

Not for freedom,

Or to get rid.

It's what I became,

And for it is a shame.

Can someone help me?

I need more that a magic tree!

The island; bland;

Not even a grain of sand.

The trees; dark,

And its nothing like my old local park.

Someone help me,

And make me secure;

My heart was broken,

But for something obscure.