Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 20, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-20-03 thursday 9:48pm brick NJ

where do i go when myself is the last place i want to be? what do i say when the words won't concede? when everything is wrong. and all that life has collected is bottled up in a cellar for fermenting.

we talk. we say. we exchange trivialities in that quest for something they can't bring.

i'm with you. i always have been. but there's more to love than loyalty. there's more to life than this. but damned if i can find it. there's more. there has to be. but it's still just a cliche i can't conceive. i guess it's just me. lost in an us that's never been. i guess it's just me. alone within and without. such as it has always been. the world is full of loving people. they seem to find a way. but that's them, not me.

tomorrow boasts answers she seldom brings. if tomorrow must come yet again i pray she will be brief. if tomorrow must come again i hope she'll forget me. another tomorrow is the last thing that i need.