Stopped Clocks

The creaks from the cracks, cacophony of creatures of darkness

Probably, devouring something after luring them with the seductive light

Here, stopped clocks devour time, and silence’s gluttony is quite alarming

Pleasures of pain, of human ordeals; grouchy pages consume emotions

Words without meanings strung in an alluring way to fashion nakedness

Vacuously blithesome, there’s revelry and partying of the wildest nature

Stoic clock watches over the party that extends beyond the happy hours

Squanderers of emotions are unaware of the cracks and dark creatures

Blank repentance with spurious tears only forms a narrow murky creek

~Amitav