Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 14, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

12-14-04 tuesday 10:05pm

the more you win. the more you lose. gaining as you do a propensity of nothing.

cradles rocking to music stopped. creaking woefully like the ghost of that abandoned song.

sleep a fingertip too far.

falling into those careful creases between here and gone.

a lullaby only for to never wake again. not for babes. not for children.

a lullaby for the almost dead.

that rose in your smile never quite blossomed. but as shy as it was, the color still bled.

all that chanced to surround it covered in.

should i not feel just that same as i did then. should anything have changed.

because i didn't. but myabe you did.

12-14-04 10:12pm tuesday

not over. not under. still undecided.

the cost of feeling you still unsolved.

not your friend. not your enemy.

the resolution of this equation still unknown to me.

i know where you've gone. away from.

but i don't know where i want to be.

shall i be the hopeless optmiist who begs the branches to bear their leaves as winter rages.

or shall i just submit myself to the barren facts.

that all of them are gone. and they won't be coming back.