Ode to the marooned pirate

A simple want for empty spaces Once present in days of adventure When oceans became the same, Interrupted by storm tossed days, While I sought my riches as others. Now on this island, mine forever, A spit of land upon which I sit, Barren and boring to its edges. Where once waves threw me; For once I wanted only peace. Staring at the sitting sand on the beach, My head too heavy to look out there, For I would flood this land with tears, Knowing on that sea somewhere, The others sail on without me.

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