Purgatory

I sit in circles

I think in spirals

Never Ending

Never somewhere new

Life is a cage

After is purgatory

Freedom is fake

Peace is dead

I sit on an empty train

It’s cold

Never reaching a

Stop.

I haven’t eaten in months

Nor have I drank

Not since I arrived

A loaded gun lay

Taunting me for months

The thought of oblivion

Cold steel against my head

A scythe against my neck

“I am already dead,”

I say to myself

“So what comes after?”

No reply

I put the gun down

Fear

Despite

Despite Starvation

Despite Thirst

Despite Boredom

Fear