Forlorn in fog
Must i muster a beam or two
to save you?

Well, I am short on keepers
So…
I suppose…
Listen…

By the by
I’ve seen men such as you
hermit crabs with abandoned faces
And spiral upon spiral staircases
behind concave eyes
Leading to God knows where
It certainly isn’t heaven

Wherever it is i’m afraid we’ll lose you there
So bring your hollowed self
And rock up with me

And please, call me Whiskey,
Thats lighthouse humour, you see.

Inspired by W3 prompt