Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 3, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-03-03 wednesday 9:35pm brick NJ

grey like your eyes when the truth demands. when all that we'd forgotten comes flooding back. sad like snow is when it dances in the sky and then melts when the ground touches it.

it was everything it could've been. had to be. but life falls short on so many occasions. it bled itself to death, but we were still hungry. it's just something we'll have to live with.

i can't have lost since i never played. but i guess that means i couldn't ever win either. i never meant to cross, but suddenly that bridge was under my feet and burning hot.

it almost seems as if it never happened. like some long drawn out history lesson. you know the facts. you write the report. but it couldn't have been us.

it won't be wasted. even if it seems it is. each day collecting more ways to bury it. it can't be wasted. cuz it meant too much. it can be over. since i know that it is. but it was worth it.