Stranded

Author's Note: I wrote this to tell you about being stranded and to work on my free verse poem.

The loud cries not heard.

I sit on a beach alone.

My clothes ripped and tore.

I try to hold in my tears but I can’t.

The thought of my parents and sister gone is too much.

It started raining.

I build a hut and I hope it holds.

The rain finally lets up and I search for food.

There is a coconut her and there and some berry bushes once and a while.

The real problem is water.

I have searched everywhere and couldn’t find a stream or river.

Two days are gone and all I’ve drank is coconut milk and it’s not doing much.

I feel dizzy.

I sit at the fire watching it.

My eyes start to close.

I am near death and I know it.

Everything goes dark.

I am now staring at bright and magnificent gates.

The gates to heaven.