Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 12, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Saturday, November 12, 2005 11:53PM

if sorrow foretells its orgasms of pain be not resistant. welcome it. become what it has become to you. only salvation. revel in the grief until nothing else is.

with everything to live for, but no reason left. it becomes more answer than question. black ink on white paper accusing cowardly lives of submitting to circumstance.

to wake still asleep and find that those dreams long ago left. clinging to the obvious, that the wait will yield the results wanted. eventually.

eventually is not soon enough. not anymore.

if dreams be not true. and only life's jagged edges are real. if this silence is what i've chosen to become, so be it. forever has room enough for one more victim of themselves. or if not, i don't really want it.

alone is all. but it shivers further. to make me chase it. i don't want to, but i must.

alone is all i know i can have. from the beginning to the end. all that ever was. what ever will be.

let it teach me how. how to be this far from. and still farther yet.

until all is gone. everything.