Where does one go,
Fixed in the twilight of hope
Suspended in uncertainty
Lifeless to grope?

Between life and death.
And fatigue and strength,
Reluctant breath
And a gagged smile.

Absent dawn and sunrise,
Poignancy merely feed itself.
Without much surprise
The heart blank and black.

Suspension is forbidden.
And to change what is no more,
Of the had been,
Is beyond one’s score.

Where does one go?
Plunge or sink –
One pays life’s toll.
Or simply start anew.