M y mind is hushed while my muse is sleeping
in the dregs of inspiration
while the monotonous reel of life crackles on
in insipid shades of sepia.
The brains dull aches are little nothings
which break the numbing silence,
that silence of life, of love, of musics joy
whose mouths are now so stubbornly shut
as they listen to the clocks empty tick.
Author notes
I'm so bored of the same old routine its making me thoroughly miserable. But hopefully soon I will find some way to change it.
I may add more to this later. BUt as shown in the poem my inspiration (if I can even call it that) is a little stunted at the moment.
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Oh this most certainly conveys boredom and a cazse of the dulldrums...I like how you repeated the word "silence" whie contradicting it with descriptions of sound, that is a perfect reflection of what boredom does! Nicely done.
, Dannie
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