Fragments

⤞work in progress

I once was a
work in progress,
but now I'm broken
beyond repair,
and this jumble
of scattered metaphors
that are sprinkled
everywhere
cannot describe me,
for I'm nothing but a wraith,
a distant,
forgotten memory,
an empty loss of faith
(in myself)
and you'll look through me
if you pass me
on the street,
for this empty,
shattered spectre
is invisible to everyone
I meet.