Limbo

The thread that defends

Against an immutable collapse

Is the same one embracing

My wind pipe

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I cannot afford my weakness

Not even in disclosure

To believe my madness

Is to become that which I fear

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Idleness is prognostic of death

Indeed are they not synonymous?

There is no remedy forthcoming

No hand or heart to cushion

Only a Tiffany blue sky

Painted clandestinely

Over an omnivorous maw

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We are alone

In a universe that consumes

Alone in limbo

Hell is envious

And heaven chained

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There is no greater vulgarity

Than a dying man

Who can neither fight nor fall

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Prompt 39 An Unwanted Reality

There are some realities which we find particularly unpalatable. Adult responsibilities can kill childhood dreams. Sometimes the pursuit of an ambition or love interest brings out a part of ourselves too hideous to acknowledge. Have you ever developed an unhealthy obsession?  Sometimes our lives appear to us more as a penitentiary than a possibility. Sometimes our job coerces us to behave in a manner we find reprehensible or if nothing else false. Sometimes a relationship breaks us down to such a degree that we become unrecognizable to ourselves. Sometimes an illness or injury destroys our sense of self. An addiction can rob a person of their dignity, their employment, their family everything. Sometimes a single misfortune can demolish a life. Sometimes the loss of a loved one pulls the rug completely out from under our feet. Moving in childhood can be especially traumatic and heart-breaking.