The Castaway

The memories still haunt me,
On how I was cast away.
The cold nights in December,
Was when I was cast astray.

The fear of death was fresh,
As the cold air stole my skin.
But the loneliness hurt the worst,
I craved the comfort of a friend.

The place that I called home,
Had nothing short of abandoned me.
The people that I had loved,
Spit on and turned their backs on me.

The hardest parts of living ,
Was taking the breaths to stay.
But the search for something better,
Kept my broken mind at bay.

After a long, hard journey,
I had finally gotten away.
Found a new place to call home,
No longer cast away.

But never can I forget,
The Forrest I was imprisoned in.
But whatever has failed to kill me,
Made me stronger in the end.