by Alone on the Isle
I can see the joy that comes with childhood slipping away, replaced by a stoic demeanor well beyond his youth. Watching wonder and excitement fade is tragic. Yet, I am powerless to stop it - unable to muster the strength to confront his oppressor. I hate her for my powerlessness. Want her gone for her destructiveness. But love her because she bore me - the cycle will repeat... again.
Alone on the Isle is a twenty-something male, making a go of it on an island while his friends and family move on without him.