#VisDare 113: Limbo

Is this rock my last prison on earth, is this solitude my punishment, this rain my future?

LimboThe rain won’t stop, as the poet once said: it rains in my heart as it rains on the city, the city where we once lived…

This deluge is not only for me: it is for all those lost souls, those dying of a dying love, the ghosts of paradise, paradise lost…

Where are you? In what part of this glorious world are you now? And which one of us now looks after you? Is the sun bright and warm where you are now? Do you still listen to the chorus, each dawn, as you once did, nestled in my arms, eyes closed?

Pointless questions, I know this grief cannot reach you, my wings are clipped, those poor clothes are drenched, I can no longer  pretend

To be anything but a fallen angel.

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