Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 9, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

thursday 10:06pm 12-09-04

rain falls like daggers into my chest. so much sadness in the world. always there, yet disregarded.

rain speckles the window. one drop multiplies. just like life will. floods without any warning. so sudden.

white is the color of light as they're approaching. bright and blinding. still warm. inviting.

red is the color as they are leaving. hauntingly reminiscent of.

but either way, they both cast shadows. for shadows are the product of.

the light we generate and the light we deflect.

only symptoms. that's all they are.

still as the red lights disappear out of sight. we miss them. there is comfort in pain. as long as you recognize its origin.

there is security is sadness. to still care for what you miss.

it's the nothing that's so frightful.

wound up tight like a spring. just dying to release it.