Gladys MacIntyre

Limbo

I am falling
Into the abyss
Of myself.
The world slips by
Distorted
As scenes through
Thick glass
Surreal
like images in
A funeral parlor.
I welcome the descent.
My mind is clogged
With sludge from
The past.
The elevator
May hit bottom,
Its crash on deaf ears.
Nothing matters.

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