limbo
why …
why do we careless creatures
hold on so tightly?
tears are not poisonous
they will not etch our face with the
afflictions they carry
but they WILL assuage its acidity -
why not let them roll?
we … are ambiguity’s toys
for love is a whipping post and
an altar, divine …
we allow its words to chain us, unseen
to one or the other
when, in all better judgement
we could allay the flogging and the
flames of infatuation
by simply … letting … go …
yet our fists remain clenched about it
the cable of needs and passions and the
price we pay for them,
firmly in our grip
as we slowly tie it into a gallows
of emotional greed and
committal hubris …
thus …
no matter how many moonrises we
watch trickle thru life’s sieve,
we continue to fall like children for
the hearts we hope to sway
and pay for the privilege with the
dearest of currency …
all the while finding ourselves back in
a purgatory of indecision
weighing love and its costs against loneliness
never knowing which …
is the most …
deadly.
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