Poetic Condemnation

Where do our minds reside
When we stare at ourselves in the mirror
Are you afraid to die?
Do you see those wrinkles above your eyes?

I stood there still
Hoping time would turn back
To a place where I loved myself most
To a time where I could sense the hollowness

I stood, I stay, I will stay
Caged into a prison of my own making
Deserting every promise I made to myself
Coalescing thoughts, deconstructing memories
Emptying the mind, while filling it up with all the same
Stuck, stuck, stuck
For a voice in my head that screams "enough"
For the senses in my veins that whisper "more"

How long have I been falling?
Again and again, failing to step up
A promise to never be fulfilled