Purgatory

Kinda going through it.

I’ve tried to be positive
But my demons are talkative
I’m trying so hard to breathe
but something I can’t see keeps eating at me
And I try to resist but I‘m tired
All rubber bands snap eventually
And like a whisper in the wind
I’ll get lost in it,
Wonder where my mind went but s**t
I think it just quit and said f**k this
And now I’m condemned to spend whatever times left
in an attempt to climb out of this descent
into hell that I somehow put myself in
-But I’m tired-
It’s easier to go with the ebb and flow
than trying to fight the current
My body presents in a calm state
but my mind tells me it’s urgent
The water you’re standing in is actively drowning me
But I’m down on my knees begging it please
I’m stuck between staying afloat and wanting to go for a swim
that will promise to erode my throat

Reviews

[light and ashes]

The ending adds to the impact of the poem.

I know this place and this state of which you have spoken of.

It sucks, beyond belief.
Here's to hoping you are ok, now.

[Paul Bell]

It's strange how we get to this point, like sleepwalking into the abyss.
Some don't come out of it and perish, but if life tells us anything, it's to keep going, the light at the end of tunnel is there for the seeker.