Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Julty 14, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

07-14-04 wednesday 7:58am

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up til now the sun stil rose, even if it was against my wishes. and little did i know then, when i wrote of change occuring outside myself, that it would be inclined to change like this.

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if the morning's not quite ample. i could wait on darkness like a ghost. to haunt myself another night. to write like this. to myself. pretending still i am not alone.

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up til now other voices still made a sound, even if sometimes i thought i'd rather silence. little did i know then, all that listening would make me deaf.

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i can't hear. and am not heard. i can't listen. cannot speak. so i write. write to myself pretending i am not alone.

7-14-04 wednesday 9:48pm

why part 704

tell me how one more time as if retiteration has some secret plan. lie once more and see if in it truth we can find.

why? tell me why you would pretend. when there's no reason. no reason at all unless you seek to hurt me more yet.

i'll see you, well, no i guess i won't ever see you again.

so many strangers. so many strangers saying they are friends.

why? tell me why they would do that. when there's no good reason to hurt me like they have.

what have i done. what have i ever said. why. why so many strangers. so many strangers that were supposed to have been my friends.