A lifeless beach surrounds me.
The blackened night spread thickly over the shore.
An empty sea greets my eyes as I look out.
I give into an urge to cry for companion.
I shout.
Hello!
I am certain no one will answer.
An empty sea does not speak to its captives.
The sand is dry, slightly cool.
My eyes are dry, they clutch the horizon.
The sea is so flat, so vast, it astonishes me.
All I can see.
Nothingness.
This time, I do not cry.
I know I’m alone.
Trapped in a bottle at sea
My island and me.
The Only Joe 