Drowning In The Dull


Stagnant regularity,
Loss of creativity and inspiration
Color my lackluster Monday’s.
Meaningless tasks with unsatisfying ends
Leave me
Empty.
What is the point of the day
When all you want it to do is end?
What is a relationship
That does not grow,
If not dead?
A buried flame
Is not a flame at all.
But rather,
A sinewy pile of ashes and smoke
That tells little of the story it once told.

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