It Is Only The Clock Which Stopped Ticking Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is something in me that does not stop. I thought it is only me.
There is also something in them that does not stop.
Then our steps jibe.
then we are into this together. Even the night is with us.
And then the day follows.
so many things cannot stop.

Until the clock stopped ticking.

It is the clock only.
Never us. There is something beyond us that cannot stop
and we know it
and now
we no longer worry what is it that does not stop.

We understand. IT is only the clock which stopped ticking.