Words are easy to use
As well as be confused
And even misunderstood.
But your words.
I stand to still understand.
Human emotions,
Like jealousy
I cannot.
Yet still,
As I write
Time, gestures for me to look up to the door
And ready myself for the day.
Death gathers the things I need for the day.
And the almighty sips, the coffee made
By the barista with brown eyes.
I will go.
Knowing that the spirits of the
Seven deadly sins
Will not arrive.
For
My
Three spirits are more powerful than
Just seven sins.
