Waiting

The doors are open the body able

the mind is trapped, wrapped inside the fable

the dream, these means to which i seek to be free

but from the outside looking in this isnt me

 

The doors are closing, just run

i know deep down im done

unforeseen tragedy reopens my doors

this tears me down, pain unlike any before

this cant be what i was waiting for

 

Months pass the pain still fresh

sharpening pain to the heart with every breath

yet i found my way out that door to another

go through seeking an easy endeavor

maybe this is what i was waiting for

 

Living with the pain but slowly getting better

yet the slightest pain like a lead feather

tip my scales and break me down

through a hole, through the ground

back to hell, the endless cycle

Is this what i was waiting for?