Suspension Of Limbo (1)

I am in a listless suspension
of limbo.
My smoldering protest is offset
into an affronted haven,
strained into a merciful
ether rigid eventide.
There is no reflex to
fleshen my narrow existence.
A dull venom inhabits me,
a repressive tranquilizer.

The refugee warden still
shackles me in his evasive
nethermost boding and his
unfinished rancor spills in cycles -
transfixed at the awareness of
the depleted, biting air
I withstand solely now.