Time stops.
The little moments of life break,
destroyed by one person's grief.
But can the clock rewind and start again?

Love despairs.
To say the heart bleeds would be
falling short of the truth.
Yet are there other words to describe this agony?

Peace shatters.
Ask for people to fight for their beliefs,
and a war will be raised.
But will atrophy desist and backtrack to the beginning?

Space constricts.
When there's just you in your heart,
the world is narrow.
Yet will life be better if you make room for pain?