silent as the inside of a turtles shell

lost on an island, washed by no wave

the question is how to swim back

when you’re cut off, alone and adrift

 

you might think its lonely,

you could say that it is,

but if it was wouldn’t I speak

not sit here sadly quietly withdrawn

 

don’t reach your hand inside my armour

i have waited far too long to be touched

nothing’s  within todays carapace

you won’t find me there, so try not to look