Clock

That old sloppy clock,
Forgotten over the dusty fireplace,
Doesn't tick-tack anymore.
On its rusty arms,
Forever frozen in a single moment,
Time does not exist.
Time does not matter
For the old clock.
Its face's still shining portentously:
Just a fancy decoration to the plain white wall
But it is now useless,
It doesn't tick-tack anymore.
It is rusty, empty,
Hollow.