I Have Writers Block

This is what I manage to summon to try end my writer’s block

‘Still the People’

I blink and the world washes away
In stills
It fills
Me with an ache: my pain

You blink and the world fades me to grey
Until
I still
And you ache: your pain

What do we see?
Staring at the decorations outside
The wounds are wrapped up tight
So no one knows the ugly inside

Shall I whisper it
Across the wildest Sea?
My Truth
Will it only ever belong to me?

Shall I bellow it?
As I fall into the emptiness
My Story
Cast out without echo into the endlessness?

He blinks and all his world is still
She laughs at what the humans call free will

Who is laughing?
Who is at rest?
Who is dying?
Already
Dead