scattered
remnants
discarded
memories
a once significant
self esteem
now lies
lonely
and useless.
where now
captain?
is the wheel
of our noble vessel
spinning uselessly
on it's pedestal?
are our sails
flapping,
pathetic,
in a ghost
whisper
of breeze?
Has life's colour
drained
into greyness
and monochrome?
I don't know...
I wish I could see
over this listless
horizon.