Eyes are focused on the door
Expecting to hear footsteps
Left in a dismal space
Never know what’s next
Endlessly expecting
Something different
Imagination controlling
Every breath
Ears focused on the meaning
Each and every sound
Believing what is said
Keeps me above ground
Words differing
From action’s reactions
Left with nothing
Life’s satisfaction
Nose controlled by that aroma
Breathing deeply
Not willing to admit
What’s wrong with me
Revolution of imperfection
Paralyzed by reflections
What’s left in me
These sins are deadly
Mind racing to end this
No one would ever
Even believe this
Captivated desires
Prioritized evil fires
Climbing into abyss
Looking back
Damn I missed