limbo.
Where have you gone?
Where have I come from?
Am I so blind now that you
Beautiful you who I took soul from
In exchange for months of my life
Was never giving your soul to me.
Am I so numb now that your words
That were once everything to me
Fall silent on my ears
My absent mind rid of your soul.
Am I not glad to be rid
To be normal to know normality
It's not as beautiful
Not like your soul.
Am I a ghost
Did you stay in inferno alone
While I clawed through it to here
This emotional limbo without you.
Am I better now
A recovery from the constant pain
One step up from the only hell I know
Only to have sacrificed all of you
Maybe this is misery?
Maybe this is nothing at all?
YOU ARE READING
•RENAISSANCE•
Poetry"there is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between."- albert camus renaissance (french): rebirth
