In Purgatory

I have seen the end I am just beginning. This fear that has been growing Will not become the void in me. Days, like death Become stagnant And I begin questioning the very Things I have come to be. Years wasted on clocks Chasing the high of the time Don’t you remember What it had meant to me? I hear a voice within that whispers ‘time is wasting’ It’s the same voice within that drags me even further down I lie awake on ash Sorrow to remind me of what I had cherished And, in this moment I realize what I have lost Everything falls to blackness The air is thick with smoke My lungs fill In desperation I plead All that I have given All that I have bled Is it not enough to live in the end? Let light in The darkness calling my name Will I wake? Or will this silence become my grave? I feel the morning light on my face, is it over? The old days that I had forgotten Now rush to my head like a pattern And here I can feel it all Both end and beginning Where colors intertwine And makeshift memories Pull my spirit home. Life is just a distant dream here The days I’d waited to pass by I wish I could relive them all This time with awareness That this life is to be taken Not for granted, But in stride. And the patience that I’ve lacked Is only given to us all on borrowed time. If you take it all away Flesh and bone and blood What is it that you will have to give? Life, it seems Is a momentary gift We are but a brief light Flesh and bone and blood What is it you’ll have to give? And now my thoughts break And they bend This is not the end. And now my conscience begins to speak to me Alone with my regrets Sinking further in hell.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025