Limbo

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

There it goes again

Repeating nonstop

Forever present, ringing

Forever independent

 

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Why does it persist?

This torturous beat

What awful crime have I done?

What sin warrants agony?

 

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Never ending pain

Trapped, immobile, set

Now a broken music box

Now permanently placed, shelved

 

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Wires of life inflamed

Creaky, tired gears

Twined mirrors, dim, blacked out, dark,

Twined scars laid bare, my plea clear

 

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Struck down in my prime

My car, my murderer

Oh that cursed beer still holds

Oh cease this purgatory

 

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Yet it continues

Sustained by hope, love

Family, friends, caretakers, and more

Some stay, others go, all pray

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topfencingGRL15

This poem came to me suddenly and I just felt compelled to write it. I hope everyone enjoys it!

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