Tattered and Fleeting

In the here and now,
The vibrant colors of my existence
Have become muted and faded...

The fabric of my soul,
Now,
Thread-bare,
Worn and tattered,
In disrepair...

Torrents of wind
Rage against me,
Ravaging,
And challenging
My totality...

I hold fast,
My grip weakening,
As Life washes away,
From beneath me...

All I have perceived
To be,
And that before me,
Now fleeting,
Across an endless,
Starry sea...

I exist
Within a state of desperation,
Anger and frustration...

And I watch from afar,
As my life moves onward,
Without me...