once came across an island, far off the coast.
where i felt rather lost
people not sincere
too much food and drink
felt lost and could not find my way back.
they said i should stay and sat me down.
seated me with chastising grin.
allowed me little time to think or grieve.
filled my glass right to the brim, and then again.
no matter how hard i seemed to try,
just couldn't get up and leave.