SAM TUMBLIN

When the Clock Stops

by Sam Tumblin

What happens when the clock stops still,
Everything quiet beyond all will,
Like a weary tree once sharply chopped,
Life feels frozen when the ticking stops.

You look around but cannot see,
Fear grows thick too dark to flee,
Shadows whisper without a name,
Nothing around feels quite the same.

You ask aloud if others know,
If they have seen the silence grow,
No answers rise no voices came,
You wonder if the clock you tame.

For one brief moment all goes blind,
The world escapes your fragile mind,
And though the darkness feels so deep,
The stopped clock lets your sorrows sleep.