Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

11pm 01-25-05 tuesday

undetermined. the night paces at your side. overflowing with empty boxes. packages that never arrived.

you listen. cold eardrums keep the rhythm as life dances with the shadows it has cast. all four walls are strangers. but the ceiling is a friend.

don't expect me there in morning. don't wait for me as night commences. i give what i am given. no more. no less. and everything else to myself is kept. secrets. so many secrets that carbonate the heart. make it bubble and explode when shaken.

undergone. the night a surgeon that operates on irreparable hearts. i never really wnated to be saved. only to die with grace.

but now that opportunity is lost.

and i to it. like a cloud in the sky too vast. everything you remember falls like rain from. until there's nothing left to mourn.