Purgatory

I know where I am
I just can't articulate how I feel
Is it woe or surreal?
Is it happiness I show?
Or do melancholy I know?
I've found that sadness is folly
As opaque as being jolly

Where do I stand or sit?
And why am comfortably unfit?
Where have I ran to?
And why am I stuck too?
Seldom is luck a father
In the place that I authored

I stand here in my Purgatory damned
No laughter or smile no tears or frown
A place where nothingness surrounds
My face is as blank as the landscape
Until I'm inspired to create