Stranded

Lamenting but unaffected
I peer into illusions of life;
a sea of nothing.
The past drops into reality
bit by bit
exhausted fragility
my life the crux of it.

I chip away at failure
lying again, even closer
ending up sceptical
between each beat
the tonal depths
throws me I think.

Will someone see?
What HELP is
afforded to ME!
Between the lines 
I see the shelf
I hope I'm fine,
my fragile health.