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