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Jan 2015
I don't want to be the one to make that decision
again.
I'm sick and tired of being in this state;
the limbo where I
bend over backwards
trying to safely get under that bar--
just to get back in line and do it again.
All over again.

You see, the worst thing about this sick game
is that it gets harder the longer it goes.
Some ******* is holding a beam
a foot above the ground and
I
have to slither under it.

I suppose I could quit now...
Forfeit before it gets too hard
and I break my back.
But then again, I could still win.

And somebody is singing a song
in the background
"Every limbo boy and girl..."

And it's stuck on loop and there's no escape.

Until one time I break my back
trying to get under a bar that is too low.
"All around the limbo world..."

Though the pain is unbearable,
it's better than being part of that game.

"Gonna do the limbo rock..."

And just like that the game starts over.
But this time I have to start from where I left off:
broken and tired.
And one foot off the ground.

"All around the limbo clock"
Corcorporus
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Corcorporus  New York
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