Paige's Poetry

Purgatory

Our world is a purgatory;

Caught between heavenly bliss,

And an unsavory hell.

We made it the way it is with our own hands;

Building walls of angst and anguish,

Surrounding ourselves with suffering,

Yet encasing our aching bodies with passion and joy.

We long for the feeling of being loved and appreciated;

When we don't feel it we force it out of people,

Making them give us the one thing we crave the most.

But in this corrupt state we build within our minds;

Lost are the thoughts of hope and forgiveness,

Instead replaced with those of hate and depression.

We feel so alone;

But could it be that it's only in our minds?

We are surrounded by people that show they care,

By people who try and lift us up out if the fiery chasm that we so badly want to fall into,

People who actually want us to succeed.

But could it be that it's our own fault that we feel so alone?

Could it be us that pushes people away instead of pulling the closer?

It's all on us;

We built this earths society brick by brick;

We've torn it down to replace a cracked stone and built the standards even higher then before,

We the people have made other feel like they don't belong.

Our world is a purgatory;

Only we can make it a heaven,

Or a hell.