Time left alone

Time left alone, in this place time stands still but yet it keeps moving. The every day ends the sun every sets you are left to live that moment over again. To let it keep going to hold it a little longer. To smell the oncoming rain even though it will never come. To have the breeze slowly move though you. Time standing still… it’s a hell with no light in sight. Where would you run? How do you live that moment just right? what it’s a moment that you hate? Left alone maybe waiting for a love or one never coming. It would be that fight that ends a love. Where to the kids live in this world would they ever understand? How many would try and die? Who would be that lucky to live that one moment of happiness over again? Time standing still as if time was just left alone… waiting to die.