Not What I Am

     I am the epitome of what should, has, and could have been.

    

     Time lost at sea, solar eclipses, and water logged bridges headed nowhere in time.

     I am a thought past it's prime, stuck in a place not belonging to any one sane man's imagination.

     I am seedless fruit, punchline-less  jokes meant for reasons unknown to dark force-less

          creations born for death.

     I am a memory, formed from every child not created for fear of being. Jaws thought

          to have been disposed of.

 

     I'm everything that dreams aren't made of. Road forks and grass-less hills and  broken

          clocks and sheet-less beds.

     I'm virgin daiquiris, and string-less kites and root-less trees.

     I am everything forgotten about in life, frowned down upon, cursed, and crucified with no sleeves.

     I am every downfall to man that has poured down pain from heaven-less sky's.

     But even though all this I am or may be.

     I'm still proud to say that even though with all that I'm not.

      I AM STILL ME.........................!

Tray