The expected blows never land
both the ones I had prepared to throw and the ones I braced for
All I think dismissed with a single remark
And yet I cant fight back for to do so would only make my black wool darker
My thoughts no longer my own
And as I see them descend deeper into the dark void with each tragedy
I wish I could take their hand and stop them
but to do that only hastens their misrable walk
and as they claw for me to return there's no where I can go no where I can run
So I'll wait here just on the edge both ready to fight and resigned to never again raising my fists
only one true way for it all to end
one way out
and yet many ways for it to come
but do I run toward it in shame
or run away in fear
as soon as I see it nearby jump up to my feet
but after I have made my escape I wonder if I should have let it envelup me its its releasing grasp
is it so wrong of me to think such things
is it so wrong of us all to always shun it
I just dont
I just cant
I just wont
figure it out
purgatory
is it real
perhaps ill never know but I feel
as if I live in it
seeing but not feeling
am I afraid to show
my true feelings to even myself
or do they not exist
in this void I call
purgatory