Had time stopped?
I could feel the seconds slipping past
but I could tell the world had not changed.
It was me who was frozen
in an ice block, frigid and forgotten.
But frozen also were my feelings.
My fingers searched for solace
to escape from the dreary place.
I couldn’t feel the agony, but I could think.
I could remember why I wanted to weep.
But no tears emerged, just thoughts from past.
A past from which I could not flee
Like a prisoner in a cell, whispering to himself,
confused if he has gone crazy.
Questions dance on the four walls.
Barren walls, old but sturdy.

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