Where there is little left breath <br />An elephant's paw pressing your chest <br />Deflating the ballooned hope <br />That yours will be returned <br />Intact and safely back <br />The ticking clock stopped <br />Moments to millennium <br />Dash of drifting thoughts <br />Like seconds stilled <br />In a time capsule of what ifs <br />Like diving beneath the broken surface <br />Lungs filled, so as soon again to float <br />In brightest blue, waters true <br />But the hands of the clock <br />Remain at just that point <br />Where life was put on hold <br />All the world watching <br />For a new day to begin <br />And for the sorrowful stopwatch <br />To be rewound <br />Yours to be found <br />That the fading tic-toc <br />Counting out the endless hours <br />Does not deafen your ears <br />To our prayers<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clock-stopped/
