I watch.

Time passes.

I grow rough

I grow cracked.

Time doesn’t stop.

A relentless beating against my back.

Leaving me bruised.

Scarred.

Marked.

Marred.

I crumble.

And I am hungry.

Ravenous.

Starved for love,

Affection,

Attention,

Anything.

I crave recognition.

Recognition that I am real.

I am here.

I exist.

I am cursed to stay static,

Stay quiet,

Stay invisible.

All I can do is watch.

Watch as generations grow old, die out, and begin once more.

I ache for more.

I cry out for more.

Nobody hears me,

I crack.