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/