My eyes burn from the lack of sleep.
My back burns from the over exposure to the sun.
My feet burn from the climbing up the mountain.
But the burn is worth the sight.
The sight of a boat off in the distance
A yellow light flashing and a horn honking.
The water sprays onto my face making me jump back
And it burns into my cuts.
I scream for the boat
And for the burn.
My cry fades off and so does the boat.
Just another day alone on this burning island