Ennui

rebmasters

I can’t hear anything
except my own ennui.
Can I just mute reality?
Sing in my head
or maybe scream out loud.

Maybe that will shut it all down;

the sound
of other people’s stark, 
meaningless existence
reminds me of my own.

I keep a white rose in my hand,

out of screen sight;
something more real.
The soft petals
enfold over each other to
infinity.

Better than spiking my arm with
green thorns;

scarring my skin
to know I’m still awake,
I’m still me, I’m still real
I think.

Or I look at pictures of you

to soothe my soul,
imagine your touch too.
You think you’re too wild for me,
but one thing you never make me feel is ennui

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 3rd, 2021 02:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Caring dove

    Such a sense of sadness and loneliness in this . You express yourself nicely tho ) sorry if you are feeling sad . It’s important to ground and bring ourselves back to reality ... “ I keep a white rose in my hand “ “ I look at pictures of you ..”

    Something has to soothe us , I guess

    • rebmasters

      Thank you - yes I haven't been doing that well but still writing, which is good

      • Caring dove

        Yes , I hope you feel a little better soon

      • L. B. Mek

        'out of screen sight;
        something more real.
        The soft petals
        enfold over each other'
        hauntingly beautiful imagery,
        (We suck the life out - of nature
        only to waste our lives, ogling nature
        this be our existence's: detestable nature...)
        thanks for sharing, dear poet



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