I am...

I am...
The blank slate.
Wiped clean, streak marks covering my dark face where all has been wiped away.
Nothing left of what was, waiting always.
 I am...
The empty vessel.
Waiting to be filled.
Empty having been full.
All that was contained is now lost.
Nothing left of what was, waiting always.
I am...
The unknowing.
What I was.
What I will be.
Lost in the eternity of time, never to be known again.
I am...
The forgotten.
Left behind, abandoned.
Unworthy and unwanted.
I am...
The lost.