Some days you just exist.
You get through the week
doing the same thing
which drains you, and
knowing nothing will change.
It isn't a lavish life you live
but one of average quality.
Many live this life alongside you
but the feeling of loneliness still creeps in.
The sadness perpetually lingers
at the back of your head
but you won't let it get to you because
you don't want to feel anymore.
You aren't sure if you can.
If you allow yourself it’ll hurt too much.
So you accept your fate
and don't try to succeed,
just managing to keep your head afloat
the water that is forever
trying to drown you.
It won't win
but neither will you.
In limbo
the unwanted balancing act.
You're not numb but you’re too close for comfort.
There is no passion and no zest.
No bright white
or deep black.
You’re just there.
You are gray...
Limbo