The Abandoned Clock
Time Stands Still for No One
By a broken heartPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
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The clock stands silent, its hands frozen in space,
A monument to moments, etched on life's long race.
The pendulum hangs still, no tick, no tock,
A reminder that time waits for no one's walk.
Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon sun,
On gears and springs, where once the hours would run.
Each Roman numeral, a silent plea,
To rewind, to recapture, what used to be.
But memories linger, whispers in the air,
Of laughter shared, moments beyond compare.
The clock may stand still, but life moves on still,
Carrying lessons learned, over each passing hill.
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About the Creator
a broken heart
I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)
Comments (1)
Yes, life always moves on and time stops for no one. Loved your poem!