No Visual Flourish Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Due to past abuses,
He is sometimes unable to properly respond to immediate demands
Oh, the pressure,
This life and its series of different faces
Mentally, he's always in analysis
Occasionally losing all breadth & depth,
As well as breath
Speechless in his turmoil,
Expressionless with his expression
No visual flourish,
What he faces is faceless,
Anxiety playing tricks with his vision
Directly opposed to his limitations,
Yet still remaining liable for his liabilities
Responsible for his fear,
Only he hopes he will respond