Wrecked was this day.
Like a rag doll that once was a ballerina  now no longer able to dance.
With torn limbs lying still.
Only memories of days and nights dancing hours away.  
Yet never to be again.
Wrecked was this day
Like a train losing grip of the tracks beneath it.
Destin for destruction
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it comes to a stop.
Enabling one to breath again.
Wrecked was this day.
One of which would be so easy or not to forget.
Glancing back at the grandness that wasn't.
As it held nothing.
And yet even in its wrecked state holding no regrets.
Still giving even if just its time.
As its time slips away.
Simply just being one of those days.