The time is plastered
On the wall,
Yet minutes stand still.
I stare, listening for
The ticking.
But it never comes.
Seconds at parade rest,
As hours seem to melt
Down the drywall all the same.
I am still here.
At least I think I am.
Have I forgotten to blink?
Is it night or day?
I have forgotten to eat again.
Time plastered and concrete,
But ever-changing when
I catch a glance.
Is this how it is every day?