Odd situations when we try to surpass
our own expectations
expecting a little bit more than being shown once
again the door,

I know what doors look like and
I don’t need to be shown one.

Tell the truth they told me only to
scold me when I did,
a case of do as I say and not as you want.

My coat hides despair
that’s why I keep it buttoned
witness my own prosecution.

Limbo is where we go when
no one wants us,
it’s the place in-between
where we’ve been
where we want to be,
but it’s lonely

interconnecting events that prevent
me from leaving while breathing,
holding my breath
while they’re holding the door

© 2018, John Smallshaw.