l i m b o

Why are you patience
please talk to me
still here, am I
in limbo
learning
as quickly as my mind
can understand my bodies
release
what am I to learn?
What are you to teach?

What if there are no answers?
If it, this place,
kills me

silence
will remember
my questions until
they forget
the reasons why
their curiosity forced
air from lungs
too ruptured to tell.

I don't recall
why snow falls
on days when it was
meant to rain.
why panic
smiles so cynically
on faces in
visible pain.

Intensely the tremors
spread
shaking
the air
from its vacuous throne

of course it matters
it always does
except for moments like these
in places not unlike this
where truth loses
the when and why
and doubt fills this abyss.

a wake

i dreamt last night
a nightmare
real and living
filled by walls
and ceiling shaped
memories
with people
barely breathing.

familiar these relics
pass
in screams and pleads
and dying grasps
of realities
much afraid
to lose a sense
already lost.
with nothing lucid
about this place
but a final longing
to escape.

led through halls
clawed hollow fallen
in love
with lies
behind a moon
who-
pretending time away
ignites a sky
in starry
hostile
bitter
cries

just say it
cope
accept the fact
that this is no release
if in dreams death comes
where goes the soul
to rest or sleep with ease?

perhaps solace
is the myth
we tell those
still
too young to fall;
in painted dreams
within these walls
called safe
or not at all.

remember that castle,
made of sand
it is whatever exists;
waiting;
buried
lives
a nightmare

who knows so little of sleep...

~Deus fortuno