Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 23, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-23-05 saturday 11pm

i've seen them all. as they twist about. sand in my eyes. broiling oceans on the edge of my life.

strangers still. come to collect. the moments. the pieces of. should i ever choose to give them up. should purpose ever be extracted from.

taut dreams in the guise of. read me now. words you've longed to speak yourself, but had not.

because time wears now the cloak of my shadow on its wrinkled brow. because life leaned in too deep and stifled the seed it had meant to plant.

too much daylight. it's so delicate.

too many reasons to want it to live. now you've killed it.

that first taste you always presumed would be your last.

how sure you were.

and when it happened you just couldn't stand.

that first look that led to all the rest. like the soft beats of your heart in your chest. as life would imagine it had you in its possession.

but none were meant to be. and no fist of time nor vice of nature could ever hold you in its grasp.

the feeble lusts of the flesh recede. and the deep wants of the mind relent.

pain screams loud. but sorrow is quiet.