This is a little poem I wrote last year. Sometimes life seems frozen. One thing is ending, but a new thing hasn't begun yet. This poem expresses what that can be like for me.
Fear looms in the distance
Peace drips like a leaky faucet
The ticking clock holds my hand
As I try to accomplish something.
The seasons halt
Dead leaves cling
To winter's branches
With no intention of falling.
The air is a statue
Silent phones deafen
And the mail carrier
Passes without a word.
Nothingness suspended in the air