Stuck Always. Poem by maria goodison

I my self silent like leather always watching, waiting, hopeful that to day will be different.
The rain still keep dripping on to the ground as if its cleaning the grime off of this town.
My hands are cold when once they held lovers finger tips.
By your good grace you've left me with a beating heart, as my wild green eye marks a face I will never forget.
Trapped in a blink, one second from moving or stopping.
A place that you can only think you see at the corner of your eyes, the thin line between madness and despair.
Is where you'll find me stuck for all time.