Weariness,
It weighs down on me,
Like a rock,
In me,
Like a boulder,
Around me,
The air,
Though made of the same components
Man takes in every moment of every day,
Is heavy with an emptiness,
Too mild to put a finger on,
Too elusive, too indifferent
Yet too strong to escape,
For how can one escape nothingness?
A cavity of grey.
Grey, a mild mix of white and black,
Would be so much easier
Were it one or the other,
So much less foggy, less hard to handle,
For how can one handle something
Too close to nothingness to touch,
To close to oblivion to tame,
Too bland and void of emotion to obliviate?
Such a lukewarm color, feeling,
Would be so much easier to bear
Were it hot or cold,
White or black,
Tangible or nonexistent,
Nothing or everything,
But alas, it is in between,
That is, ennui.
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Comments
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Well done. Great description on ennui I like the way you put it.
good job good luck thanks for enterign -
Oh yippie i'm always so excited to read your poems.....but this one falls short =( sorry
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