Waiting.
Awaiting...and
Progressively,
Time is stretching.
A minute feels
Like more than
Sixty seconds.
And
Sixty minutes,
I don't know
How many hours.
Boredom yawns
Over me. Turning,
Each moment into
An unbearable
Ghetto.
I see ages
Pass by me.
An era says Hi.
A millennia bids
Me a goodbye.
An epoch has
Fallen short for
The next tick of
My watch.
And God!
Time is slow,
When you,
Keep a track.
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