Friday, January 10, 2020

Purgatory


How does one state
What is means to miss living
To know it and to put it to rest
And wait to be alive furthermore

inexplicable solitude
In midst of crowd and those hailed dear
Seeking one meaningful connect
To behold this existence and accept

To know the elixir of life
One drop, one oasis at a time
Visions for a demented soul
Voyaging through desert of life


They know to be whole
Know the missing bits of their soul
Perceptible yet out of reach
Purgatory is where they dwell

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