Dull

The days drag on 

In all their incessant,

Grueling familiarity.

The same 

Crawling out of bed,

Unwanted conversations,

Repetitive work. 

The world has faded

To a monotone blur

Of predictability.

Even the paints that

Once brought color to my life

Are now but splatters of

Gray. 

I look to the horizon

For a glimmer of change,

But all that greets

My eyes is the 

Unaltered landscape,

Impossibly infinite in 

Every direction.

Endless,

Mindless,

Hopeless,

Dull.