Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 27, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-27-05 wednesday 10:32pm

isn't that shadow there beneath my skin. blood rumbling as clouds bloated with.

soldier me. truth so rigid.

never let go, but don't dare touch again.

just watch as the raindrops multiply. only listen as the echoes of their tiny footsteps resonate through the corridors between your life and mine.

dead angel that heaven forgot to collect. smiling demon on salvation's doorstep.

it happens as every second must. but is overlooked. or overcome. whatever shield proves stronger when.

it is forever and never as they couple in the way they do. creating passages in our lives that have not entrances nor exits. but take us in and never let us leave.

to sulk like the dandelion is not within my grasp. to boast like the rose will. not what i can do.

just lay. a blade of grass. under the foot of moments passed. the creases in your stalk embedded so deep. never to seek the sun again.