Clouds hold no appeal for me,
nor sunshine's golden rays.
Rain is such a bore to me.
Static fills my days.
What cause exists beyond corruption?
What ideas of undiscovered worth?
What compositions left to write?
What is there new in all the earth?
Politicians care, it seems;
yet, do they really?
Ads claim the network cares
but that's just silly.
The economy's in a downturn.
Prices rise and line the boss' pockets.
It's not a recession, they say,
so somebody's making a profit.
The world is gray in boredom's muted light.
Apathy weighs down my limbs.
What difference does anything make?
I drink from lassitude's cup, filled to the brim.
A contest entry
- ennui by ellipsist.
450 points, ended July 15, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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What I like abut this piece is the edge that it still manages to possess to maintain along with the rhyme scheme... beautifully composed...
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Wow, you have written this one for the people and for me lol and good luck in the contest
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static fills my days, too
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yes, a cup of coffee helps.
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