According to pretty much everybody, January 2018 seemed to last forever, so I have decided to write a poem that I hope captures those feelings. And for once, I actually thought of some adequate metaphors! Hope you like it!
The sand sprinkles slowly downwards
As if suspended in a tired hourglass
The days sidle by in a defiant stupor
In a stubborn unwillingness to reach an end
Time moves by like a rusty machine
The Earth resists the urge to rotate
As this month outlasts its rapturous welcome
Too slowly to comprehend
This candle seems forever alight
Flickering, but never running out
Four weeks feel like forty
Yet the wax is still intact
Time ticks in narrow winding passages
Grinding us down and raising the pressure
Until we start willing it to end
Through feeling the full force of the impact.
Stephen Reads Books 