I am broken, laying in pieces.
A beaten flag of my former self.
I am unreal to myself, far away.
picking up the pieces of something seemingly beyond repair.
A soulless husk mumbling to a spectral figure of wisdom, whispering, Wondering.
It's response seems unclear.
Lay in tatters beaten flag, for I am unable
to lend repair.
Helplessly watching as the cosmic storm washes you away.
©librasun
L