Misery extends through the world and time,
elongating every moment
and making miles seem continents away.
The slow, methodical grinding of the Wheels
of Time reduce our spirits and love
to powder and dust,
that hangs like pollen in the air.
A thick, cloying heaviness to all things,
all actions feel off in the dullness of the world
that is off kilter.
An eternity between each tick and tock
as malaise nearly stops the clock,
stretching space time to the breaking point.
These days are worse than the decades
that came before you,
longer and devoid
of the light
and hope
that you brought
when you walked into
my life.