
Originally Posted by
BigGreen
Apparently, people believe my writing, both prose and poetry, is incredibly 'dark'...
Your murder preempted my suicide
Guilt intertwined such that neither of the blind can dissect
Careful planning where passion was absent as two letters
when the presence
open
On the one morning that beats the sun to the door?
Or unchecked passion against planning's half life
Patiently expired
Released
To you let go
For which the successful are not
Normally punished
My transgression still brings confinement
Though without the promise of observed interactions and earned privileges
Purgatory where closure was offered
I took the bait
And death will find me inconsiderately late
When all that life offers
Is the stench of sterility
And the daily reward of refrain
From vomiting on the white
I'm already there