Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Friday 12-02-05 11:35pm

conditional reform in the hour of your change. unmolested sickness floods every moment. there is no anger. no pain. only the marks of time on your face. and the utter still of alone.

paint it now with hurried strokes. as these fraying bristles fall away. and these moist pigments turn stiff and dark. unfinished portraits growing old in the attic of your despair.

goodbye has no parting gifts. just open boxes with nothing left inside them.

broken bows on the floor of your thoughts. and torn paper everywhere

as though it were possible to give what you've never had. or to ever be given it.