The dripping of monotony
that
pummels,
tunneling into the psyche,
to torture,
inciting
madness, sadness
the medium of gladness is far flung
away.
Head hung, tongue silenced.
The mundane, sameness
daily, weekly, monthly, yearly
morphing into
that which
rotates on its axis of
rendition, repitition, replication.
But…
the contagion of solace;
is effectual,
infectious,
making a way,
ensuring
that sanity is
enduring
and not relegated
to
vanity.
Thought provoking!
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Thank you Donald!
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