Frozen

Frozen

The Rawness that is my blood
Hardened every morn, by the impertinent wind
And the tinsel hold that Separates me from within
Wreaking Havoc, once at sun’s presence

The darkness that the heart craves,
Diminished to singularity,
Leaves a pulse drifting in the wind
Blood be hard, blood be red
For all that once followed flow, now maintains stasis
Stagnation
A sculpture, of times dead and past
Buried alive, dead to motion
The necessity of flow,
Sole link to change, to transience
Compromised
In hope for eternity
The eternity that was forever confined
In the uncertainty of a heartbeat

It’s too late now
We live forever
As sculptures
Neither feeling, nor breathing
But still, hopelessly alive
Prevented from the deliverance of death
Frozen in time
Though time moves on
We remain Frozen….