Life is a strange place to be.
People speak of a fictional limbo, where empty souls are stuck, waiting to be forgiven
A place where hell has frozen over, and heaven is melting away
Hearts are either broken, whole, or nonexistent, but all alone in their own companies
And often times, I wonder what it must be like to be dead
and I equally wonder what it must be like to be alive
and it is then when I realize
this so called fantasy of limbo
is a nothing but
a mirrored reality.
stelxlar 
i can certainly attest to the truth of the first line. the poem seems several times to reference dante, which increases its resonance. your poem also works through a number of ideas that get summed up in the last four lines. strongest line for me (that gives me the chills): “and I equally wonder what it must be like to be alive.” that’s the thing, isn’t it, to know what it is “like to be alive.”
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thank you for the feedback! it means the world xx
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