Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 10, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-10-05 saturday 10:54pm

down. the heavy anchors lives will drop. in turbulent waters. the ocean's depths reach no further than you let them.

at the bottom. where you begin. feel the weight of your own presense. pulling on. the wrench of realization erupting throughout.

the world is the walls that keep me in. i am a prisoner. every breath my warden.

down. with all too perfect reason. the curtain on the window leans into the glass to feel the world it's only glanced. pulling on. hesitant hand. nothing left to see except the dark.

no horizon. to offer me the sun. just time as it raffles off those moments.

i already won once. and had to forfeit the prize.

sell me no more chances now. nothing is more than enough.

09-10-05 saturday 11:41pm

soldiers still. with ownership of the guns they dropped on the battlefield.

return to find. there are bullets left in the chamber, but the trigger resists.

turning carbines in the stroke of. leave. because the heart stands ready at any moment to die from. and i've always known this day would come.

touch. reluctant fingers breach the surface. and pleasure ripples out to every edge. where waits the sand with footprints to prove. where we entered. when we left..

wait. if the waiting will abide. remembering in rhythmic seizures how clear it was. how sure happiness stood.

how it looked through these eyes that had yet to see.

how long the vision will linger now that it's lost.