empty shell of possibility,
almost but never quite,
a vague mural of what couldve been,
useless star in an unwoven night.
nearly was but never being,
whats needed Now to dance and win,
always fighting, but never having
the strength to hear me
above the worlds careless din.
lifeofawillow 
check out W H Auden’s poem “Lullaby”. He is obviously more metaphysical, or even theologic in his interest, but there is something that reminds me of your work. This is a compliment, I assure you. Warren
definitely more of both. more wordy as well. interesting poem. i appreciate the compliment. i shall read some more of his work. thank you 🙂