I am lost in a labyrinth of patience

Where no stars dot the night sky

and people lay in waiting

For something distant to come by

And so I sit and bide my time

Waiting for inches to bleed off my sides

Waiting for some mundane warmth

To wash over me like the tides

Waiting for the last of this poison

to drain from the edges of my mind

Waiting to pick up the pieces of the mirror

That turned my hazel eyes blind

Waiting for the burns across my face

To change back into pale hues

Waiting for the ashes to peel away

And finally show something new