On this Island, I am stranded, no one knows

I am here,

I am sought, for 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,

A 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, and this is my prison of fear.

Keith Garrett