PURGATORY

These are the thoughts of a broken spirit in purgatory,
Can't live without a reason, can't die without a cause.
Waiting for the hammer of justice to fall and bring some certainty,
Searching for any semblance of realism behind closed doors.
Immaterial of the past to a future wrapped in facaecious smiles,
Walking endlessly past shop windows of unseen foes.
It's strange that I can't see my reflection in this tide of trials,
Drained of all emotion, run dry of elation as the river of red flows.
I have been engulfed, swallowed whole without even a thought,
No mercy was shown, as I was put down in my place.
No happy ending to the love and kindess I had sought,
And not a single helping hand offered after my fall from grace.