Death A Clock Stopped Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Death A Clock Stopped



When a clock stopped by.
Slow down the moment.
It steals a clear look.
And the door opens up.
The tower stands, out.
Above far away, now here.

Reap hourglasses her, one figure.
A second hand, eyes move.
Shrinking night, knows shadow.
Just an instant, is a grimace.
The hour has come, minutes past.
A clock stopped by, while it.




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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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