Time Stands Still

Time Stands Still
C Kathrine Nelson

In the essence of truth
deep in the blood of young
a moment of deceit
a moment that grows ;
into an hour or two
until the sands of time is none left ;
spare only a few.
The pounding of hearts and clocks align
suffocating the innocent with each blow
spilling a pool of blood
bedaubing all those who care
and staining the palms of the obdurate and cruel.