Just an abstract poem about silly things. i hate the way this won't let you do more formatting than just centering it... unless there's a trick to it I haven't discovered (if there is... teach me!?)

Of What Was Me

The unfulfilled.

The destiny.

The what is left

Of what's to be.

The future of

the past today,

tomorrow comes

with yesterday.

Dance of darkness,

Hail of light.

Endless time

From boundless sight.

Pain forgotten

tomorrow will ease

yesterday is

on its knees.

The end is beginning

make it right,

the ocean ends

with a rising flight

of silver

and of agony.

The what is left

of what was me.