Crow's Nest

I'm climbing up the crow's nest so I can clearly see,

And going up the ladder is getting hard for me.

"Enemy ahead" I shout, but my words only echo,

There's not an ear to hear my voice, with me nor down below.

I'm the only one aboard this ship; I'm running out of food. 

I think I'll have to eat my friends, but that seems a little crude. 

So I watch myself get thinner, (I wasn't plump before,)

And just for fun I play pretend that we're back in the war. 

And as I lift the telescope to occupy my mind, 

I try to avoid the thoughts of those I've left behind. 

I'm trying hard to reach you, love, but I can't navigate, 

By the stars or by the moon, and this has sealed my fate. 

I'm talking to myself right now so I don't go insane. 

Not the best of plans, I know, but it helps to dull the pain. 

As I've apparently misplaced my wits, (I had them at the time,)

The thoughts and fears inside my head have all begun to rhyme...