This is highly meritable, it feels right. As a poem. dtdeege has hit some nail uncannily on the head for me with this piece, I particularly like – “I watch the alternatives crumple into the hungering fog of impossibility.”
I wait in this in between place,
this place that is nowhere.
I wait alone with myself,
with our many selves,
hesitant to commit.
Through this mist,
this pervasive sadness that coats my bones,
a lilt of an accent,
bright memories of yesterday –
of dragonflies and of stairways,
we wonder which of us is real,
which of us is to be real.
Do I decide?
Is the decision mine
to collapse these infinite possibilities
into a single,
Is the true self decided by fate
or a foolish boy’s choice?
I watch the alternatives crumple
into the hungering fog of impossibility.
I stand and wait,
in this place of infinite loss.
I cannot reach out,
will not reach out,
for I have lost the desire for direction,
for life or for death.
So I stand within this self,
in the midst…
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