Powerless

Shadowed Voices.
As I lay down on my bed,
Watch the fan slowing down.
Every rotation,
Like a daunting scream into my ears,
Taking days to go quiet.
 

Still Moments.
As I sit on my chair,
Stare at the old wooden clock ticking.
Every sixty seconds,
Like a painful bit,
Taking a year to pass.
 

Silent Agitations.
As I walk down the street,
Look at the road ahead.
Every journey,
Like a paralyzed set of eyes,
Taking a lifetime to blink.