A sonnet to Ennui


So easily, slipping obsequiously

Comes ennui knifing through the darkened night

Torments me, turns into a troubled sleep

That swallows in the depths, withholds my sight.

There is just a plain, staid gloom that descends

Coils sleepily around my unlocked mind

And nestles, broken, my night peace it rends;

It is a tainted, horrid thing I find.

Yea the cold grip snuffles out my very soul

Leaves me snared, helpless in tired slumber,

Then begins to slice me, removing my Whole

Until, by dawn, I can no longer remember.

A plague on ennui that swiftly ensnares you;

Suffocation that must be broken Anew.

Kind Regards


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