‘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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About Magdalena

I'm a positive thinker, a dreamer, a poet, a dancer, a writer. I want to empower people and inspire them to follow their dreams and create their lives exactly the way they wish them to be :)

Posted on November 4, 2014, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I understand this poem. Life become the same. We need some change. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

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