Perdition’s Bliss
written by: Courtney Glover
Stuck in limbo, inundated by bouts of joy and melancholic memories.
Lost in a sea of sorrows and sunlight, the past clings to me as one’s shadow does.
Around the house, the fog hangs thick. The gate, like a macabre grave marker.
For no one ventures past its wrought iron grip, we are its prisoners.
Our home both our sanctuary and our bastille, both damnation and salvation.
Cut off from the outside world, my family and I free of society’s expectations.
And yet, we can never leave this place. Our world only extends ever so far.
And if we dare to travel out, to wander past the gate, into the unforgiving fog…
Our souls may dissipate, like raindrops in the summer heat, like steam from a kettle.
There one second, gone the next. Like a bad dream just woken up from, utterly dispelled.
So we stay, unwilling to take the chance, unable to urge our feet further.
We stay, fearful of nothing. Nothing but our thoughts and the echoes of the past.
Our rose garden, always in bloom, with never a withered blossom to mourn.
And we, the quondam occupants of this here realm, trapped in limbo.
Forever caught between Heaven and Hell. Purgatory’s oblivion, waiting for our pardon.
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