‘Routine: Lethal’
Waking up
The song
A cup of coffee
Breakfast
The whole day…
Everything
Is like
An echo
Of the previous day
The little routines
The big routines
Swallowing us
Surrounding us
Till we know nothing else
And it’s…
The end
Step by step
The harmony of habit
Bittersweet
Leads us all
Nowhere
Somewhere
To the same place
Time
Time is no saviour
It’s a trap
A prison
From which no one can escape
And it pushes
It pushes us
Till the end
I wake up
Every day
Again
Numb
Stuck in routine
Dead
Till the end
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Posted on November 4, 2014, in Poems and tagged creative writing, depressed, depression, emptiness, life, numbness, personal, poem, Poems, poetry, routine, sadness. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I understand this poem. Life become the same. We need some change. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Thank you so much, John! Yes, too much routine kills us from the inside…