Limbo

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts, never to heaven go.” (Ham. III.iii)

Claudius, are you a fool? Or a prophet?
Did you find peace
When you rose from your knees
Still clutching desperately
To what drove thee to the sanctuary?

Did you find solace there
Under God’s judgmental stare?
Casting your cares
On one who would not or could not hear you?

Or are you like me?

Are you still trapped between the two worlds?
Bound to one out of duty
Yet longing for the heart’s escape?

I’d like to know I’m not alone.
Because I’ve done my best to play
My role that has been cast in stone

But the costume doesn’t fit any more
And the lines don’t come so easily
And I’m getting sick of the word “right”.

I’ve tried to tie up my demons.

And yet, be it a question of Fate or of my will
They wait: silent, stiff-necked, and still

And whether it be exorcise or exercise,
I’m powerless to affect the demons’ rise..