Composed a poem after a long time, sharing with you guys. Feedback will be appreciated :) IN LIMBO I am …. Neither here nor there Yet to be convicted or pronounced free; Neither confined in a damp cell nor released to the free winds; Not free from the fear of rejection or the hope of making it big. I can neither swim nor sink, Just lie suspended in water hanging by a chord I can neither run nor leave the race, Just squat pensively, waiting for the whistle to go off. My mind is trapped in a maze of endless dark tunnels, I am attacked by fierce creatures of the dark; Fighting them all I move on; For at the far end of the tunnel I see a tiny flicker; Is it an illusion of a mirage that I see or real, redeeming light? Time has come to a standstill, The hands of the clock choke my throat. The Day of Judgment takes over my being, As I wait for a new beginning or the apocalypse of it all. ----
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 09:04:08 +0000
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