The Void Inbetween – Poem
The void
The haze
The in-between
Is it purgatory?
Is it the precipice?
Is it just simply numb?
Bubbling away,
Churning around,
Deafening all.
Thick and clingy
Misty and murky
Silent and eerie.
Step by step
Foot in front of foot
Motions succumbing.
In some hesitant
Not quite there
Not quite here place.
Fear builds
Hope dies
Pain erupts.
Tears fall
Dripping away
Running free.
Smudging down
Smearing around
Reds and Blacks.
It’s fifty-fifty
At the wheel
Yes or no?
Numb fingers
Fumble
Fail.
No.
© 16th January 2012
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