Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 21, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

10-21-04 10:46pm thursday

i'm not meaning to call anyone names. not accusing anyone. that's just how it comes off when you can't trust.

a viper's grin wed to a child's heart. full of just as much poison as it is innocence.

i've got time on my hands. it's true. but what i do with it. and why it is. not something you can accuse.

there's no indemnity. only friends i wish really were.

but i guess we were much too old for that before we began.

if your life is as hard as you imply. then i am sorry. sorry i couldn't be more compassionate. but it's hard to believe anyones' life can be that ridden with misfortune.

they're not accusations. only notations in the heart.

i've plenty of time to draw those maps. it's true. but i didn't create the locattions.

where i am. who i've been. you'll never understand. it's just as hard. if not harder than what you're dealing with.