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

Alone in a crowd

Feeling absolutely lonely
with hundreds around
Unspeakable conversations
Forgetful sounds
Life could have been better
if lived as a hermit
Jungles, dark deserts
No pretence, no permit
Animals real friends
Trees companions true
Winds carry wishes
Earth protecting you