WAITING IN LIMBO

Sitting on the muddy banks of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time, lost souls
Struggle: seeking another dreamer.

The pawn brokers edge their grasp
Beyond the sunset; leaving frail victories
Festering and waning in the winds of change.

White opiates assault lagging black dreams.
Comatose minds mesmerized by fantasy freedoms
Rot away: oblivious to the tightening of the silent chains.

Like a drooping bosom dried of nurturing tears,
Life sags on and time chases its own ghost.