Limbo

Why are we captivated by each other?
And why are our minds, focused on that one?
How could I, get stuck in the muck?
There are many bewitched minds, struggling to break away from bondage,
Always struggling, the mind is of old age,
You are the one, who is gazing out at her,
And you can’t help yourself, if only,
If only, you never got into mud in the beginning,
Now you’re too deep, for an easy exit,
The dark, it has hexed it, poor relationship,
Poor souls, stuck in a limbo, till they depart,
Poor me, it’s a sad sentence that I speak,
A pathetic sentence, dripping of helpless mewling,
Oh, I forgot,
I like being stuck in the muck, well,
Sometimes I like it, tomorrow
Pull me out.
Gently.