Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Just Words Dark Poetic Prose

10-12-04 tuesday 10:02pm

feeling is a stranger. someone i don't know.

no smiles. no tears. no laughter. no crying.

just pages. pages with words on them.

everything i feel caged. like a mouse in an experiment.

all my feelings are just strangers that i'm overhearing at a party i wasn't even invited to attend.

i'm eavesdropping on my heart's conversations. am i less than human?

that all these feelings inside feel like aliens. an invasion. all these things i feel are strangers. and i don't even want to try to get to know them.

is that what other people see? less than human? a stranger to myself. disconnected from feeling. incapable of emotion genuine?

only words. is that all i am. to myself. to them. only words scribbled when no one's looking. dead fetus of a heart long aborted.

is that all i am. just words. is that all i know. all i can love. words. dark linear shadows cast by all the feelings i cannot approach.

less than human. more than alone. words. feeble footbridges to cross such deep oceans. words. not enough to reach them. not even close.