Unstuck

Ticky-tacky pieces of my life peel away, and the fact is
I haven’t the glue to make them stick anymore.

See this haphazard arrangement of my years in coloured strips?
A mix of bad timings and poor choices have encouraged cracks to form.

The foundations I built my life on crumble, and open wounds gape
leaving fragments of my past scattered in random images.

Grey spaces form as parts of me fade and disappear.
Soon there will be nothing left to show that I was ever here.