No anchor
to hold in place
No mooring line
tied to a base
Left to float
off into space
By those who claimed
to stay with me in this race
The waves are lapping
Of peace, there’s no trace
Let go of hope
all despair will replace
I look in my eyes
I look at my face
I should be ashamed
I am a disgrace
This life won’t give up
For the storm I will brace
What am I if I’m nothing?
I’m adrift.
Sparks 