Poetry

Limbo by Carson Hill

Swirling, twisting, turning, blue

Thoughts of my own contained, thrown, maimed,
by reminders of the home you became,
and the ceaseless, burning, spiteful road.

The unknown frightens my best and tightens my chest,
inciting endless unrest, forced growth,
sparking light more potent than words can show.

And so, before the warm kiss of morning wisps my face
‘fore dawns of all I must mourn might break

Keep me with shores that echo your name
Through all beckons and horrors the untamed world doth make

Loving, burning, catalyzing, you