Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 6, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-06-03 monday 9pm brick NJ

i've writen everything there is to be said. i've heard them. the voices that loneliness sends. it's not enough just to be. it's not enough just to love. i don't know the reason. i only know that it isn't mine to keep.

in among the snowflakes winter devises new methods. life always is forcing us to compromise who we want to be. in among the snowflakes there's a cold and lonley wind trying to escape. but that is all it can ever be. it moves over the earth so alone. and then it moves through our lives just as swiftly.

i try to write the words tongues cannot carry. i look inside and see that i am withering steadily. there's very little difference between wanting to die and just not wanting to live. but if you look close you'll find it. if you look close you might understand me.

i don't have an excuse. don't have the engery to look for a good reason. it's always been verse after tired verse that same old repetition. don't have a good reason to die. don't have a reason to live. like staring at your own reflection waiting for it to look different. it just might for a second, but no one else will ever see. it just might, but no one will believe you when you tell them.