Limbo is not a place of nothingness
Instead it is a land filled with choices
But with no commitment
I sip from my can of Coke Light
Sitting on the library steps
Lean on a post to rest my back
People walk by me up and down the stairs
Parked cars waiting in the rain
I say Hello to those I know
Hear the trickling from the water spout
Acid seething in my stomach
The world shuffles and I remain still
My body aches and my vision blurs
Watching from my time-space-warp
A ghost among the living
Drifting along echoing voices
They all head somewhere and nowhere
While I sit and write this poem
