Four

On a mainland Island stranded from my peers,
Neglecting not perfecting my wasted years.
Would I,
Should I,
Want to steal it back.
Could I,
Should I,
Hate my neighbours path.
A year worth of tears on an eternal bad road,
an exit, every entrance but never will I go.
Forever the words spill out, your opinion unblemished.
In three more inspirations the Memories are finished.