Limbo

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Above the earth, beneath the sky,
Lost within my imperfection
Searching through the compasses
Trying to define direction
Maps around my head are muddled
All without a destination
Staring at them, losing focus
Craving my determination
I've held a purpose in my past
I've let a purpose hold me back
All lead to this same precipice
An ultimatum on the track
Words are vacant, vast and pale
Sieves through which our feelings drain
Praying to be caught somewhere
In silence that has shared the pain
Hold me, lead me, take me up
Shake this apathy that binds me
Show me where and how to go
Before my emptiness defines me

"Maps around my head are muddled" This line is great to me. I like the flow of the piece. I wonder how words are vacant vast and pale. Some imagery could show that, but, it'd probably take away from the flow of the piece. I also liked "Sieves through which our feelings drain" a great line. I think you might be able to do something with "words are vacant, vast and pale" maybe try something different there and if it doenst work leave it as it is.