Time moves more slowly
When you are lonely
Always stuck in the past
The present has no meaning
And the future you wish
was never coming
You get stuck in the rut
Over and over moving
In never ending circles
Time moves forward
And you, backward
That is not compatible
It wears you out
And you want to get
Out of the this world.
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Yes, in loneliness time moves slowly, but good time runs away fast. A thoughtful poem.