These days are empty without words
that now hide inside the shade of silence
and tremble at the thought of speech.
Maybe it’s their penance for hurting you?
Those barbed phonemes of spite that
fell with your tears onto a soft heart.

They will consider their effect and
under the darkness of wordplay
secrete themselves onto the Island
that you have now become.

Hoping that one day you will hear
and forgive them for their hurt.
They will whisper their sorrow
in gentle words and show you
the way towards the Isle of view.
Hoping that their words are gentle
enough for you and your heart
to understand their shame is such
that they hide themselves away.

someone perhaps cornered and mocked
someone bullied and closed down
the wall, the island
perhaps the island more appealing
than the wall

these darker paths you tread intrigue me Darren

this takes a while to kick in, took a few reads but it engaged from the start.

I type what I first see

The poem paints a picture of a lonely person, maybe beyond salvation and choosing a solitary life.

Well, I suppose there is psychoanalysis material in everything that we write but in this instance it was a case of personifying words to make it look like they had been arguing. The fact that even words cannot say what they really mean. For instance "Isle of View", when spoken, can sound like, "I love you". Simple really. So we can really call our partners hurtful and spiteful words and the words feel guilty, so much so that they are ashamed to say what they really mean.
But yes. I am an Island, but so too is the United Kingdom and look at the mess that's in.

Well I just love that poem, if my words are to little or to ordinary/common, I dont care.