Dead Loss

How does it feel
To be written off
To write your self off
As a dead loss?
.
To be the story
You most dreadfully feared
Back in those earnest days
Before the haze
In which you now drift
In this maze
Round blind corners and bends
Wishing you could make amends
Find restoration
For all that went wrong
In the midst of your song
.
It’s a strange place to be
That’s for shore
At this shifting horizon
Between sand, waves and wind
In fading light
Where you are no more
Than desolate figure surrendering to ground
.
But, just look what you’ve found!
Deep in this distress
What’s seldom been cared for
But cares none the less