It may not be a poem but it's kind of poetic. I like it. I'm sorry that life is so empty for you at this time.
To some of us the good times are like small islands in a huge ocean of sadness and pain.
The islands are few and far between and we can't stay for long for whatever reason. Maybe we have to keep moving. The islands are there however. Look for them and try to appreciate the brief time you can spend there.