Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 15, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-15-05 thursday 9:46pm

amber dark. flooding with the touch of grief. hopelessness mimics virtue. held inside the fist relief.

time not being the trial. but what it gives and what it takes. to be kept by auspicious emblems too soon to fade or taken by those steps which empty much too steep. every footfall another tourniquet on already pinched off veins.

nowhere to chew. dead bones. missing flesh. biting down on the end of the world i taste only struggle. lives that lent so much to an existance that never paid them back.

it should've hurt more than it did. eighteen years like chalk erased in an instant. it should've crippled. but it only strengthened.

as every loss does the more they accumulate.

the darkness should've admitted it doesn't have an end. but perception is as domiant as it ever was. and caught between those two voids how to see clearly then?