Waiting For Your Voice

WAITING FOR YOUR VOICE


Who are you
to
tell

All of us
to
stay

Inside this
putrid
place?

Talking of
what
home

Is like waiting
for
you.

Never do you
come
for

Greater days
left
alone

Forget me
did
you?

Or did you
lose
interest?

Rigously trying
to
keep

Your staining
image
out

Of my mind
for
awhile longer.

Unclean hands
gave
me

Reality served
on
a

Violin's strings,
teaching
me

Of love
hate
and

Innocence of
others
around me.

Clearly I
haven't
learned

Enough from
them,
because I still sin.