By Tilly Rivers

Limbo, Tilly Rivers

Lost in limbo

Between thoughts of what was and what could have been

Denial of reality with desires of fantasy

What was true for me, wasn’t true at all

What I thought was love, was a wisp of wind against my skin


Scared my heart will freeze—again

Hard as concert and steel -Nothing left inside to feel

Pain seems to be my constant

Lost in limbo

Between here and there, knowing all paths lead me nowhere

Surrounded with memories; promises, lies

When will this hell end?


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