The Land Of In-Between

The Land Of In-Between

I seem outside of the physical stage;
as tho in a realm of my own;
although I can see life turn a new page;
I feel it’s no longer my home.

I feel like a billboard of silence;
that others can plainly see;
impervious to hatred or violence;
but devoid of a love, to be.

Although my presence is known;
I live on life’s outer surface;
my destiny; now; is to live alone;
no longer a being of purpose.

My days have come and gone;
numbered; as meant to be;
yet, life continues to carry on;
and, somehow, I am still me.

I have seen, both truth and light;
consciousness is my guide;
I still have fear of darkest night;
it’s where the demons abide.

There are two realms of consciousness;
perhaps, a great many more;
the upper, is a kingdom of righteousness;
I’m standing outside its door.

I stand outside and continue knocking;
in the land of in-between;
demons, behind me; continue mocking;
waking me from my dream.

Monty 9.12.25. 2,961