Like an abandoned galleon

Like an abandoned galleon marooned on the desolate shores of solitude

I feel the sands of time ebb away from beneath me.

I slowly sink!

The unforgiving winds whip my withered white sails,

turning them the colour of decay.

I slowly sink!

Salt and dampness, the constant dampness,

eats away my pillaged hull, a systemic necrosis.

I slowly sink!

The ocean, my solace, my refuge, my friend,

flees farther with each wave of its hand, repulsed by my grotesque form.

I slowly sink!

I lie motionless on this soft bed of silica, stranded,

dreaming of prosperous times and former glory,

sailing the seven seas from Spain to the New World.

I slowly sink.