On this Island I am stranded, no one knows I am here,

         I am sought out fore they know my whereabouts.

         Not only am I trying to survive but now I must hide,

       never staying in the same spot, this is no home.

        Through the night it is that I try to sleep but I must keep watch,

         Prison of fear has become my existence.

         Every day, each night I take refuge in a different site,

        It’s now morning’s light once more, time to move on.

        I am hungry as I quietly hide, things to eat, here and there,

       To live this way for the rest of my life would be a most certain hell.

        They are always on the hunt, following through the brush,

       Over a hill, or in the distance.

       I will eventually tire, they will find me,

       They are my fear, this is my prison of fear.

         Keith Garrett