Poetasterisky: The missing poem

<sub>i.

I am a voice
inside my head
which nothing says
and no one dreads.

Although I come
to no renown
I cannot be
your victory clown, no down

Exists for me.

The galloping ages of my life
collide and merge and model strife
and I've avoided all the seeming glory
of my heart's desire, redeemed in fire

That cannot be.

Since I've grown old
I've shed my lives
my fits and starts
translucent shells

Behind me lie.

As I do lie,
Because you know
what kind of eye
sees only my
replenished soul
and not the one
who came to me
and bore the cup
that filled me up

And let me go.</sub>