I become i

Without substance without form
like a bubble floating

Afraid to land and disappear
to leave no trace
I pop only a faint damp ring.

See me hear these words
like whispers faint
They are empty and vanish

They burst and implode
Collapse as a dying star.

The ghost of my former self
The copy in the mirror
A spark too far gone to flame

Not important
I lose my mINd

Not wanted
I lose my HEart
Not worthy
I lose my souL
Shut out
I lose my seLf

I
become
i
cease to
exist


NOTE: This has been an incomplete poem for a long time, I just thought I'd finish it this evening.  I don't want anyone thinking I'm falling into the depths of despair (or the pit of despair depending on your familiarity with Princess Bride).  This is from another life... it relates to a person that in reality doesn't exist anymore, which in a way is fitting.  I'm glad that the me I am now is not the me that exists in this poem.  I also just happen to like some of the imagery it invokes.