The Collapse of Reason

I've been stranded on the beach for far too long.
Not a soul has come to my aid.
Lungs filled up with
sand and ash
are really no good for screaming.
The fires have all burned out by now.
Just smoldering ruins in their place.
Even the ghosts that
used to dance here
are swaying somewhere else.
If there is a way out, it's lost to me.
It is all dead, it is all gone.
My thoughts are slowly
congealing, souring,
soon I might just fall apart.
Soon I might just wander to the sea.
I might wade out into blue oblivion.
Breathe in deep and
softly drown
the madness festering in my head.