Limbo is a tube train at 12.49pm,
Limbo is belief, desire for a destination
No direction in how it can be achieved.
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Limbo is the fragility of a love, left judged by insecurity,
Limbo is devotion lost.
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Limbo is the eyes you have always looked into,
The lips you’ve never kissed,
Limbo is softer than she wanted,
Limbo was the thirty seconds she missed.
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Limbo is the darkest January evening,
Asking questions of a forgetful day,
Wide awake with no answers, still has something to say.
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Limbo is all of your love, all of your love,
Torn out from a familiar page,
Limbo is a tube train at 12.54pm
Sheltering from the glaring light of day.
2 Comments
January 18, 2009 at 6:30 pm
Good to see you writing again – been a while.
You know I’m not good at analysing poetry but just thought I’d kick off things by saying a couple of lines [Limbo is the eyes you have always looked into/The lips you’ve never kissed] reminded me of Keat’s Ode to a Grecian Urn except an inverse version of it.
January 20, 2009 at 8:35 am
Cheers Tim – Christmas and eating too much turkey got in the way a bit…