Stop:

Time is like a clock in my heart

it never stops ticking

doesn't slow doesn't pause

just keeps on winding down

the minutes the hours

days and weeks

months and years 
until there is only the silence

for now the clock turns 

its hands reaching

for those lost moments 

gone to where ever it is

time surely goes

maybe to the wind 

or even the heavens

were its stored and saved 

for another moment

to be shared perhaps

by someone else

in another time another place

time is always eternal

and will always be

constituently turning without that pause

until there is only time left

escape you may try

run you surely will

but far you wont reach

afore the time concludes

and your left with nothing

but the hollowness

of the empty heart

long run out and long vacated

left standing but alone 
so for now as the time goes by

the seconds I do grab and surely hold

the minutes I use to find

all I need and want

to wile away the hours

for living is free

and surely enjoying

never aware that behind the doors

time slowly slips on by

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