PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
Objects that are nothing more
Than inert, simple, and silent,
On the stage of life, they gather,
Playing marked roles.
Most of the time,
They are figures without soul or story,
But, in the interlines, there are reversals,
Where pain and glory are hidden.
Immovable, yet full of meaning,
In gestures that are never seen,
They carry the weight of the un-lived,
That which is avoided to be said.