in between

[amuse]

my essay is
waiting to write me
my dreams are waiting
to kill me
my death is
waiting to live

were you a nightmare was
that a kiss

have i lost my mind
or did it lose me

i cannot tell illusion from
moonlight and i think that
i'm awake though i know i'm still -

someday something will tap
my shoulder an alarm will sound
i will realize that i've never woken
at that moment i will sleep again

until then, i live in this mist,
somewhere between the night and the dawn
somewhere between worlds,
between nothing, everything,

there's no more joy there's no
more pain
there's just motion as i slip
in and out of breath, in and out of
me
in and out of dreams.


*i realize none of this makes sense; it's not really supposed to. just fragmented like me right now is all. and yes, i should be finishing an essay.*

[mono]

Ah, amuse! What you call 'fragments' can persist as the most touching; the last stanza literally brought tears to my eyes. I think this work, especially, emphasizes your diverse styles, from diligently working one topic to wandering 'fragments,' but still containing that painstaking amount of emotion, contagious to any reader. Well done!

[Jay]

None of this makes sense? Makes any and every possible kind of sense to me. It's beautiful .
*copies it into a notepad*
Just great.

my death is
waiting to live
...
somewhere between the night and the dawn

And as mono said, the last stanza is really powerful

[amuse]

thanks mono and Jay. it's a sort of eulogy. i'm glad something came across, i'm in a weird shadowland right now.
not enough is this...let me try again.

thank you for your feedback. i Appreciate it. and thank you for showing me that even this nothingness* has something to offer.

*reference to my state of mind, not poem