Writings from a Journal

In Limbo

Broken, bruised and beaten to the ground
helpless and screaming inside
welted and frayed from the agony
of my childhood inner fears

Silently weeping and no one can hear
while my inner demons dancing by the moonlight
I howl at the moon before the clouds passes-by
to cover my only hope of light

Crawling out from the depth of hell
only to realized to roam in eternal limbo

(late summer, somewhere in Europe. Too fucked-up, took a wrong ticket, wrong train and end up in a different city while friends waitng in Madrid, Spain)