Day 14: A Poem Unread

Is there anybody out there?
If you can hear me, save me. The wind's howling is drowning my own.
Each letter stamps onto the page, growing into
terrible
familiar silence.
There are no boats out tonight, therefore no vowels to hang on to as the
tongue clicks
at jagged consonants with
embarrassment
and then boredom, and then
shame.
Is there anybody out there?
If so, leave me, but wave, please wave, as you go by.