Desolate

Sometimes, it feels like I am standing on an abandoned island,
living like a solitary soul,
gazing at the majestic ocean.
Sometimes, the deep feels solace,
at times, the blue feels fearsome.
I lay my head on the sand bed,
feeling peaceful and also lonesome.
Often, I fear the daemons coming for me,
and I feel powerless.
I repeatedly blare for help,
but nobody appears to get me.
Sometimes, I yearn to go home,
at times, the peninsula itself feels like home.