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In The Middle

I'm somewhere in the middle,
Between life and death.
Trying to solve the riddle,
With my last remaining breath.

Lingering like the odor,
Of decaying flesh,
I'm looking for her,
Trying to start fresh.

She keeps averting my attention,
and fleeing my grasping hand.
Am I going crazy? Do I need an intervention?
I just cannot seem to understand.

I'm lost somewhere in between,
Of reaching hands and fading laughter.
My once alive mind cannot intervene,
And my eyes can no longer see her.

Where has she gone?
The maiden I seek?
What have these hands done?
Why does my rotting skin reek?

I'm so confused and the line is blurring.
I am slowly falling apart, limb by limb.
Something deep inside this empty heart is stirring,
Is it anger? When my last sight was her with him?

I'm somewhere in the middle of the living and the dead.
The line fades and I slip into awaiting graves.
And all my broken words and everything that was said,
Was never enough for the heart I never fully gave.