The bike, a paralysed lost soul waiting patiently for its owner to return.

Sinking in the depths of despair as the mud devours every last inch.

Worn and broken deflated tyres incapable of use anymore.

Flashlight eyes longing and seeking for the unknown once more.

Snapped rusty chains ungiving and undesiring left to rot and seize up.

Once a child’s prized possesion, now a forgotten relic.

Slipping away, hiding memories of  a little girl close to its heart.

Its handlebars reach out like hands.

Oh wow could it be The Grim reaper approaching in a gentle voice “Lets be lost souls together”.