Castaway

Miles across,
no soul around
Crying and screaming
No way could be found
Ocean keep talking
Waves making sound
Language not certain
Message was clear
You will never see again
Whatever you hold dear
Hallucinations frequent
Mirages abound to bear
Insanity on a stick
Same on front and rear
Steer and steer
Life’s boat, till the end

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23 thoughts on “Castaway”

  1. “Insanity on a stick” and “steer and steer”…I like it. Sounds like my life right now. Though I’d like to feel more like I was steering and steering and less like the ocean was carrying me wherever. Twin babies, ack.

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