Clutches

There's this "humdrum", nagging, annoying

As it escalates and collides with reality,

Absence and frivolity reeling it in.

There's this humdrum, nagging at me.

It lacks character and confidence

Yet, breathes down my neck.

Flickers through the ebony of the night,

Saves it's energy for my ebbing tide.

Every mirror mocks, every image knocks.

Floods of sickening pangs infiltrate,

Oh, how I crave freedom,

Even deafness, if That could provide satiety.

Dear, humdrum, invade not my soul,

For it is an empty landscape awaiting That lonely meadow it so desires.

Nag not what wants no love, peace is all I seek.

I have no time for things with no soul,

I build not to a gargantuan redemption.

If all you can do is drag me into indignity

Oh, humdrum, just, take him, away!