Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 14, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-14-05 10:33pm wednesday

silent departures leave only victims behind. on hollow islands without escape. one moment's life clouds abrupt into death. there are not enough goodbyes in eternity to bury hearts wrenched from their graves.

everything is gone. everything that confirms we're still here.

it's the quiet ache that does the most damage.

left behind. having given away those gentle neccessities. to save them above ourselves. we suffer that they might find peace.

silent now. in the wake of love. here no more to hold. be felt by. but never gone.

all your tomorrows become our yesterdays.

09-14-05 wednesay 11:42pm

it turns over. one hour to the next. back to zero again. lost without what we'd assumed we'd still have, but went and left us.

feed me my pain. in careful doses. give me my medicine. that the sicker i become the closer i am to wellness.

or if nothing else, not mssing, aching for what can no longer be had.

leave us as you must. but not without taking a few pieces in your exit.

we always say goodbye. but we never mean it.

until this time.