Broken Beyond Amend

I plea only to be ignored, my clock froze to my pain Its hands will turn no more Pardon me, forgive my dry pen that impedes my heart to speak A poet am I? A pen with no ink, I am hollow and I write to my shadow Her strokes dry, and with every creation I awake Lines of love, O' lines of tragedy sing to me that I may hear and tune Will the earthquakes kill me and drown me in history I will live even after death herself wins the race that we all lose Read my art, as I bleed broken beyond amend