He looked
like a nasty rumour
of
himself
like a parenthesis
( )
with nothing in it
like a lie
that wasn't fooling anyone
like a ghost
refusing to believe
it was dead
like a full stop
searching for
the end of a never ending
sentence
that hadn't even been
written....yet..
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-tomorrow-was-just-i-don-t-know/
