Static Screen

Frame by frame, slide by slide,
Amuse the viewers and their judging minds.

Days of gray and glitter
Across a static screen.
Hearts are dull and bitter
The moon isn’t always
As bright as it seems.

The sun is fading, the water is drying,
These roots are broken and slowly dying.
This blood in my veins is the only thing trying.

Dots of gray and black
A reoccurring view.
Always lurking behind my back
Everything I know
And knew.

This book is closed, pages sealed,
Only simple words will be revealed
Until these wounds are fully healed…