Poetry, the only kind that gets written late at night / early morning

[lucklessone]

a relic
adrift
influenced by progenitors of a bygone time
created before modern
sheltered from storm of time
no armored hull,
no shields
nor deflectors
actively seeking
now pitted and marked
mostly small strikes
stripes in the surface
a few holes of impact
or wrenching loss
still moving under
power
fluxuating
staggering
not yet stagnating
but at least it is out of my head so maybe i can sleep now