Abandoned Ship

My savior isn't coming. The guiding hands of fate have abandoned me. Hanging not even by a thread, merely by willpower alone. But my head is held together by frayed ropes and patched wires and crumbling beams. The mental capacity to keep holding on can only be spread so thin before it wears out. The battering waves wear down my patience for something better. The outlook is bleak, the diagnosis, devastating. How it came to this is a mystery. Hope is just another fairy tale.