Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 28, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-28-03 wednesday 9:32pm brick NJ

every night i find myself older,
wondering how;
bread crumb moments
do nothing to fill this emptiness;
life is much more shallow
than i ever expected of it.

every dream walks in shadows,
ghostly and misleading -
painting colorless portraits
from gray memory.

your voice will sometimes
break the silence and i am
lost in the deep expanse of
what i know and what i trust
playing off of one another.

i'm dying. always have.
i'd be lying if i didn't say that;
i'm long since buried,
so many years gone,
if love dared to open this coffin
i'm not to blame,
i should not be held accountable
for what happens next.