creativity leaves me.
the more I go the less I see
the universe around me
is not exactly as it seemed to be
something has changed.
my thoughts are not the same
am I losing my philosophy ?
maybe merely a change in perspective
as I can no longer listen to the bore
time begins to have blank spaces
no longer creating
seeing everything
plainly fading
colours are washing out
life seems to be repeating the same route
day after day
everything is the same
nothing to look forward to
or backward at
nothing to compare
no contrast
looking for differences in identical images
life is a bore
my creativity fades
my philosophy changes
as I realize the world offers so much more than the same day on replay
only I can not accept
because I am bound to the clay and earth
of the place I stay
to go, would mean to be alone
which is worse.
About the Creator
Raven
im literally just ranting
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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