Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 21, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-21-05 9:32pm monday

such tired faces. swollen hearts. so conspicuous. like a lone dandelion in a great swell of grass. ready to be blown away. perhaps even with a wish to grant.

so many demons. both real and imagined.

the darkness drapes itself across the windows of my life. so rigid and dense. i can't tell sunset from sunrise.

chewing soft on bones made of clay. flesh only painted on. love's voodoo dolls have fooled me on more than one occasion.

the future questions because it needs me to give it answers. so what if i refuse. what then? can i stop it from happening? tear all those blank pages out of this book. just throw them away. never to be written upon. or read. disappear just as ghostly as the life they were waiting to change.