• Purgatory
    the stone cold waiting room at the end of the line
    torture to my restless soul
    too much thinking
    too much regretting
    too much
    too late
    all of the thoughts swirling in and out of sight
    mistaken memories
    slipping and spilling into your conscience
    screaming out excuses
    praying for some closure
    eternal life doesnt seem so sweet
    from the short end of the stick
    a sad small world
    full of sad small people
    shimmering ghosts who reside in this reality
    but never even touch the ground
    floating
    in and out of life
    torn between the right and the easy
    daily decisions that decide which way
    that almighty elevator goes
    up?
    or
    down?