Monday Poem by Newo Enec

mundane...
is a beautiful word
elegant and flowing, when said without meaning,
but it's an extremely awful thing
to be caught up in.
boredom and an abnormal sense of yuck
is a horribly sticky mess coating
the sides of a pit i see no end to.

when i woke up this morning
i sensed something exceptional
exciting and invigorating just
waiting for me.
i was ready for something of substance
neverending fun with the people i care about
i reached for the brilliant blue sky
and only grasped the infinite grey
of monotony and a lack of sleep.
this morning i sensed something wonderful
i know that it's still locked somewhere
deep within me.
i only wish you'd bring out the best in me
just like you used to do.

too bad what you're bent on doing today
is stealing all my creativity