Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 11, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

01-11-04 sunday 10:30pm brick NJ

shadows like snakes hissing through your darkness. silence like venom paralyzes. numbs. kills the nervous system. you're breathing, but you're dead. you're alive, but only in the strictest sense.

how do i? never have i known. every day just ghosts chasing graves. just goodbyes breaking like angry waves.

how can you. how dare you. never could i explain. all the words travel on this endless journey without a destination. all these words seek their colors like blind men. hoping the feeling can teach them. hoping the feeling can last, but it's hopeless. like snow falling on hot pavement. every eager flake disappears as quickly as it came.

moments just aren't enough. moments of happiness can't sustain me when all those other times begin to pile up. moments have their meaning. cherished, but. moments just aren't enough when there are so many years built against them. moments mean well, but they've failed me. moments are what i have. but moments aren't enough to account for all the years that can't.

i'm just fallen. like a star exploding. breaking out of the heavens. i'm just embracing the sadness. accepting it's the only one who will be there always. who will take me just as i am. i'm just hobbling now. on the crutches all lives pretend. give it time. give it time to set in. and soon healing will forget what it meant. and broken won't feel so weak. it will just be what you are. and soon, empty won't need. it will just be.