28-01-2018 (Tedium)

Here,
home alone with
the whispers of my
imaginary friends
locked inside my
closet ears,
it's the same day
again,
just a different date.

Monotony has settled
like ash on everything
i touch. My books lie unread,
my journal missing
another date,
paint drying on my
paint brushes;
and I...
I feel dragged down
by the weight of
tedium: a sooty
numbness reminds me
of my inner stagnation.
I feel it at times,
my soul withdrawing
into a singularity
at the center
of my chest;
a burden
that only i must carry...