This seeping shrinking feeling.
I gasp, I pant.
My legs aren't on the land,
I'm in the turbulent waters,
That float me, and I follow.
I follow till my breath winds up and I'm stuck,
between limbo and death.
Both calling me equally same,
the devil and the angel.
But I stay between the shadows,
I want to breathe again,
I want to feel again.
I want to live again.
Have I failed? Have I achieved?Am I dead? Am I alive?
For now nothing could be known, all I saw was blue, all I touched was blue, but I felt nothing.
Deeper and deeper did I go into the sea, and farther and farther away from my sanity.
The blue turned darker and darker, black surrounded me, it engulfed me in its vicious embrace.
I followed it blindly,
which was a beautiful song that enchanted me and I followed blindly, deeper and deeper into the sea.
Purgatory; the place I was in.
Where nothing could be known,
Where nothing was real.
Everything kept out with fake elegance.
The waters, the land, the sinking feeling, everything a terrible terrible lie.
And I, not knowing reality, never surfaced again.
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Limbo:
(in some Christian beliefs) the supposed abode of the souls of unbaptized infants, and of the just who died before Christ's coming
Purgatory is a mythical place between hell and heaven.
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PoetryEverything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers...
