Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 18, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-18-03 saturday 8:45pm brick NJ

i've held a thousand words that never held me. held a million nights that only offered more time. more time to think. more time to wonder why. in the hum of the silence thoughts race against desires toward some unforeseen finish line i might never cross.

it isn't the darkness. it isn't the songs. it's just the loneliness that spawns all these reason not to that far outweigh anything else. when the music skips a beat i can feel the need locked inside the forgotten notes. when the cold reaches through your skin like some giant hand taking your heart in its grip. there's nothing left to say. just leave the silence to covet itself as you listen in passive defiance. the life you once called your own has become just another vice. the life you used to take for granted has reversed the role. and in the spaces between this long night and tomorrow i find just enough breaths to carry me through, but i sitll can't find a reason to.