A poem I made

i feel like I'm in purgatory

too good for hell, unable to enter the flames before me

too bad for heaven, unable to enter the gates and all of their glory

so I walk along the outside

my soul never resting even after i have died

this punishment feels worse than all that's combined

a constant ticking clock that has never once chimed

the constant reminder that I played with my time

the everlasting feeling that I never really tried

the isolation I feel, like a jail cell, though I committed no crime.

will i forever rot here?

my tears disappearing as i cried

though no one will hold me, here on the outside

because I am in purgatory.

But I am not, I am here on Earth.

The planet that has given birth to something that would be considered a curse.

are we really as humane as we think we might be?

saying we were meant to be here, but that's not what I see.

is everyone blind? our world is in anarchy

manipulated by mankind to do the things they agreed.

But why does that matter to me?

I am nothing but a person not meant to be seen

writing words on a screen

words not to be perceived 

simple letters that people will only judge and disagree

so why does it matter to me?

it matters because I am in purgatory.

Purgatory is a place in my mind

a place where I am but can never find

a place unexplainable

a place full of pain

a place I tell myself I will have nothing to gain

a place I have trained myself not to question or explore

a place that will never have an obvious door

a place I cannot escape 

for you can't escape purgatory.

you can't escape your own mind

you can't leave your own life behind

you can't, no matter how much you try

so here I lie

reigning in my lost time

my own Purgatory 

Unworthy.