Thanks to Donna for hosting the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge
I was beautiful once.
Majestic, fearless, awesome in flight.
Now look at me.
Stripped of everything, including my dignity,
A discarded shell left to rot in the sun.
The sky reflects my mood.
Dull and lifeless,
There is no light to reflect my inner being.
Let the rains come,
They will wash away the heartache
Of what was, and what is now forgotten.
A skeleton of engineering,
A soul without flight,
I am lost forever.