Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10:42pm friday 09-02-05

the wall with its contemplative stare always whispers what its thinking much too softly for eager eyes to hear. the balcony in your thoughts where that juliet stands. showered in moonlight and love. so ready to die for the nothing that it has. that is where it waits. like so many soliloquies unspoken. just the shadow of a final touch pooling like flowing blood until the tear can heal.

that naked light bulb which hangs in the attic of your heart. it hurts your eyes so much to turn it on. you think you can see without it, but all you do is stumble over and passed all the things you'd meant to find.

the darkness may teach you to see better without the light. but it's still dark. and you're only one blink better than blind.