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