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ISOLATION EXERCISE

 

On holiday all alone

As many miles as I could get from home

Without internet or telephone

In a secluded cottage by the sea

With nowhere to go and nothing to see

No one to keep me company.

The beach is dangerous, I understand

The tide moves quickly and thereís quicksand

I could have gone somewhere posh and grand

Instead of an isolated haunted cottage with a storm outside

Close to a graveyard full of the empty coffins of those who tried

Crossing the short cut sands where so many died.

How many of them see me in the night?

How many hide in the shadows beyond my candleís flickering light?

They said I was crazy and they may be right

Iím far too terrified to go to bed

In case the siren song of the whispering dead

Isnít in my imagination but outside my head

Will I go mad enough to dare the beach?

The other side of The Bay looks easy to reach

To write such horror must I practice what I preach?

Presuming I survive at all. No one will hear me call for help if I fall

Death by misadventure or suicide?

The coronerís inquest will have to decide

If I donít stay safe and sound inside

I have to face that which gives me fright.

If these are the last few lines I write

Youíll know I did not survive the night

 

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