The Island

The Ship rolls on

our only landmark the sun

in the distance we see land

it grows larger on the horizon

our first view of the island

Boxes move in the cargo hold

I am a stowaway, finally released

sneaking away into the trees

I have freedom at last

Close my eyes

trying to forget the past that’s been dragging me down

I shouldn’t be escaping

there is too much left to do

what am I waiting for?

answers lie back at the ship

not on the island

Must act

sneak back

spy

so many stories being told of the island

not by her, she gives orders and they move

I follow her

looking for answers

they venture into the jungle

so that is where I must go

She walks with them, with all her secrets

leading them to who knows what

leading them to their doom

she is more than mystery

she is temptation

I want to know want she knows

not stop her

I could surrender to her

let her show me all

but that would not be how it would work

she would not lead except to lead astray

When all is said and done

my duty must be followed

answers are the goal

not her

But how do I fight temptation

when in the end I know she will undo all

Though she cannot see me

I can still feel her stare

she calls to me to turn myself in, I can almost hear her voice

“Where you wish to go, I will take you there.”