LIMBO

LIMBO

Within the vastness, he was lost, no hope or comfort to be found;

He grasped at his thoughts in desperation, trying to unravel the void of chaos all around.

How had he come to this wayward place, so far from the scope of demand?

He wondered if he could make sense of what his mind could understand.

Within this unknown place he existed, between two worlds of reality twisted;

For in this place his invisible form wafts in mid air, unimpeded by love or dare;

Though he ended his life by his own hands,

There was nothing here to prove or to disprove the sham;

There is no heartbeat heard within, only the sound of a roaring wind;

And here he remains amongst the sound, longing for a solid footing upon Earth’s ground;

What turmoil lay here incased in mind’s thoughts?

Where does one begin to seek out the understanding of questions now so desperately sought?

In a place where time cannot be measured, will he be able to find solace again?

Patience comes slowly for in Limbo there seems not a beginning nor an end.