For the world,
To see what is
To see what is not

Figures frozen
Muted, untouched
A clock that never stops

Time again,
Time undone again
Again

Again and
Again

Broken and shelved

This poem lay ruined
And why you ask
If the potential was there

Cause I’m invisible
And your eyes are only there
If the opening is strong

And reflects the angst
Inside your heart
Blood smeared on the screen