Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-22-03 monday 9:32pm brick NJ

orbitting the days. circumventing. revolving. as time does. as life must. and eventually decay. waning. feelings lessen until you hardly feeling anything.

what once was so strong now decrepid. elderly and incapacitated. like life. like flesh. feelings age and wither. like life. like us. love too is a victim of time's passage.

sleeping safe in dreams all too real. then waking. not knowing for certain what was real. what was dreamt. the mind defends itself. wrapped in loneliness's cloak it pretends when it can. out of reality subconscious rebuilds bridges that real life has trashed.

alone. how i want to be now. why any other way when i know that it's hopeless. why subject myself to that deep a disappointment yet again.

alone. how i need to learn again. like feeling in the darkness for the switch. you know just where it is, but somehow the light evades you nevertheless.

i just don't know what to do with these people. these loves that have turned to less. i'm tired of these lessons. i wonder when if ever this knowledge will have any benefit.

i'm afraid to sit idly by while another love dwindles down until a friend is all that's left. and friends, i don't really know what to do with them. or why they are. these men. these lovers. once so close and now so very distant. i don't know what they want or how much of it. i don't know what i have to give that i haven't. or if there is even anything left.