The Calm Before the Storm

My island empty

The horizons are deserted

I drift amongst the sands but never feeling the warmth of it under my feet

I spectate as the waves brush up against the shore but my toes will never meet the cautious frothing of warm water

I try to row to safety but the sea storms are getting more hazardous with every minute that passes

A message in a bottle brings back coffee stained memories of another life but my memories are hazy

I have forgotten

The world I once knew bobs gently away into the sunset

My mind anchors me to the dangerous shingle beach

I have trapped myself hear

Salt burns my through the roof of my mouth as I begin to sink
into through the motions of another day

Is this the so called calm before the next storm