Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 12, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-12-05 wednesday 1:24am

tonight can't be. stern constellations looking down upon. like once were. just tilt your head back and see what you'd forgotten was always there.

fables will never know of the armor we wore or the blood we shed as we fought those dragons. no fairy tales or myths. just the people who saw. the people who might remember.

feeling the surface. yearning those veins which cower below. all that blood running marathons that haven't a victor.

fake gun fire each morning that throttles us to sprint. toward a finish line. a prize that doesn't exist.

they won't ask and i won't offer. what petals have fallen we'll leave. and quietly our stems we'll clasp. knowing it can't bloom again, but lost in the memory of when it did.

though time owns us and these lives, we'll never admit.

broken whistles still sing. you needn't blow harder. instead, just stop and listen.