Stranded

I feel the beach’s pebbles roll under my feet, the pain tickling my soles.

Opposite me is the skeleton of an old burnt down pier,

its loneliness accentuated by the seagulls nesting in its ribcage.

In the distance I hear the burble of voices, my synapses flare for receiving the signal

but it never comes.

Like a broken radio on a deserted island

the static keeps me company.

Faintly behind the crackling white noise I hear surrounding tides sombrely murmuring eulogies

crashing against my solitary island, and leaving a brief cold touch

before dissipating in the salty wind

As if it was never there.

Kept in its icy depths, away from the warmth of peoples’ beaming smiles.

I see the ships pass on the black tranquil ocean. I attempt to make a fire, fulled with my passions, I don't need to be touched, just for others to embrace me with their gaze.

I see passengers briefly glance, but go back to conversation after my light inevitably flickers and dims.

I lay in the murky depths

To make friends with the starfish and coral instead

Over time I slowly fossilize.