Stuck Moments

A clock in the corner, hands frozen at twelve,

dust gathers quietly, no one here to delve.

Right twice in its stillness, a paradox true,

moments uncounted, like shadows that grew.

Ticking in silence, a timepiece unsold,

a reminder that time can feel heavy, yet bold.

I ponder its stillness, its story unsaid,

as the hours keep passing, unbidden, unfed.