Wandering

I wander aimlessly trapped by this sea.
Abused by its wrath I can only lay here and be
Numbering the days past has lost its luster.
There is little desire to continue left to muster.
My being cries for another human soul
I fear this loneliness will take its toll
if not for this single lone dolphin
This sea would’ve already become my coffin.
But madness I feel is quite eminent.
For my eyes do see many a soaring winged elephant