Ennui
Fourth in a series of inverse poems
Ennui, both a blessing and curse
When nothing seems good and doing nothing worse
Bound and chained to bed, unable to leave,
Somehow both a prison and a reprieve
From the endless barrage of demands
Foisted upon us by society’s cruel hands
How long can the oblivion of inactivity last?
With future hopes left in the past
Another day’s ambitions gone astray
As apathy dulls simple joys to gray
Leaving mind and heart locked
The impenetrable wall of writer’s block
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Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
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