Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 11, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-11-03 thursday 9:52pm brick NJ

i could write. pretend that i. that's there's still something to say. hobbling through my life denying that i'm broken. maybe i have been. but i'm still not crippled. i'll walk anyway.

i could dial. or answer. or just sit here acting as a shadow. letting them teach me how to be empty and dark like them.

i could wish. and wonder. and regret. but i'd rather just be a shadow. pretend i am just as empty and as dark as them. and maybe someday it'll happen.

no longer a person. no more a heartbeat. or all the aches that go with it. not to love again. not to care who does. who doesn't. or if anyone ever has. just to become the opposite of light. the absense of.

a shadow i've always been i suppose. never substantial. always transparent. never really had. just the side effect of light that someone else had cast.