Limbo

Often

More often

I find myself

Looking for an alternative

to the life I am currently living.

Would the rope that's there

on the floor of my

dark dark room

be enough

to

change the

course of this

Life that I am living?

Would the pearly white pills

that I take every night to sleep

be more than enough to

lull me or should I

take some more

today or perhaps

tomorrow?

Or

May be

just maybe that

small jar of something

an enticing liquid on its own

which is known to burn your insides

if taken would make me

See those things/facts

hidden away from

the untrained

eyes like

mine?

What lays beneath?

What lays beyond?

what's the truth?

Or the lies unknown?

Would I laugh

in the afterlife

for the tears 

I have shed now?

Or would I cry

the tears of blood

much much worse

than it's now?

I know no answers

I know no calls

I know no nothing

outside those walls.

So should I trust the unknown?

Or should I embrace what I own?

Unknown is risk

excitement at best.

Known is lament

which doesn't rest.

And here I am back and forth.

And here I am to and fro.

In a limbo

between standing still

Or just letting it go.

©srijaprasita