Please Press Play

I am a film, paused just before I can begin.
A single frame frozen, unchanging, before a preoccupied
audience about my square cell.

My conclusion never to be met, the moral of the story never satisfied.
Just the single frame bearing no past, no future. Nothing.
Just stillness.

Whilst the uncaring audience grows,
their own productions enjoying the rightful progression of time.
Feelings unbeknownst to me explored and discarded.
They are complete.

My muted voice cannot forge a syllable, my body unable to display distress.
I remain in my digital prison, for now and evermore.

Yet it would take only one to notice my congealed state.
Lending a touch of life, the spell shattered, I would play through at last.
I would be complete.

Or I can switch off.