Limbo Poem by Daniel McCann

Some things work out, and some things don't
some things hurt now, and some things won't
some things are meant to be
where as some are only meant to see
others only speak and are not meant to hear
clutter clogs up the pathway,
the pathway is her fear, that she did not create
the beautiful flowers that do await
have to be poisonous if there inside the gate
for the ones she did pick only concluded in hate
red is death, red was love, read are words
watching others pick flowers,
yes, it bloody hurts,
because her heart beats but never works
not in the way it once did before
her arms that did open wide won't open anymore
and she is only armed to solely defend
the act he offers, he could only pretend
she either loses her trust in the end...
or her trust is just a journey that drives her around a twisted bend.

Is it worth the wrestle to chase the myth that is supposed to be special?
is the angel Gabriel merely a disguise for the expected surprise of the devil?
Or is even the devil a myth?
she reminds herself of past people she was with
a run of bad luck is a world in which she seems to live
anxious to go forward in a life that stays the same
it is hidden and no one really seems to see her pain
in which she gives out the pleasure of a smile to others
happy to the outside world, but inside, she suffers
all the hands that hold seem to be hands of lovers
and the truth in grips are not just kept under covers
the deep end doesn't have a sign that says danger
so when holding hands in public neither person can be a stranger,
she looks on continuously at something special that'll come to an end
that is why she can't be a lover, only a friend.
He doesn't need any proof
some things hurt now, and some things won't
he tells her the truth
some things work out, and some things don't
yet the flowers do bloom outside her window
and with this she walks out the door and steps into limbo.