Lost In Limbo

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #357

Words:  images, nowhere, blade, shell, pit, safe, gasp, limbo, rattle, ring, fold, pill

Imagine being nowhere, rattling ’round
in limbo gasping for air, not knowing
if you are safe? No pill to swallow,
no magic ring. Fold up that switchblade,
doesn’t mean a thing here. Shells of others
who have come before, dangle in dankness.
This is the pits; call it quits.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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