Purgatory
Mumbling about Jesus, I can see you stuck in purgatory
Why’d you have to do it that night?
Get bored of your own story?
If life is about spreading warmth and touching souls,
How can i do that before the air runs cold?
Breaking and entering but nobody’s home
Losing the war ‘cus i fight on my own
Notes of paranoia follow my every move
The game of life isn’t one im willing to lose
Are you healed or just hiding?
Did you see what’s on the news?
The sirens are calling and they sing the blues
The weight of expectations grows as you get older
Games start to change, can’t keep track of the weather, just trying not to fall in
Scared of flying, think i’m free fallin’
My eyes are burning from the light i’m trying to follow
Broken my wings i need another body to borrow
Watching the sun set on tomorrow
I’m running out of time—
The genre of my original piece is poetry. I have been writing poetry for quite a while now - I started when I was very young as my grandmother enjoyed writing poetry. She is the one who sparked my love of literature and helped me realize the power that words hold. Earlier in the year, various people in my life had to be hospitalized after nights out. This kind of shook me up a bit and I decided to write a poem about those occasions as a form of therapy. I found it quite cathartic to explain my emotions on pen and paper, instead of talking to someone else about how I was feeling. For some more context about this piece, I speak to these people directly in the first stanza of the poem and then for the next 4 stanzas I put myself in their shoes.