The clock stays still, yet time drags on,
a heavy hush where light is gone.
Minutes stretch like endless roads,
nights too vast, too full, too cold.

A storm inside, no calm, no shore,
a weary heart that beats no more.
Eyes too tired to see the dawn,
a soul that lingers, barely drawn.

Fingers frozen, breath so thin,
trapped in time, locked within.
Aching bones and hollow air,
the weight of sorrow everywhere.

Yet still—
21:34.