Sinking

Contributed by Fungus
It's a suction power that I can't explain
A deep sense of inertia that I can't seem to ward off
Sinking. Sinking into the humdrum of inactivity

Mental inactivity - a perfect nestling ground for sluggishness
The spider of monotony is turning every movement into a mechanical motion
Deadening the soul, corroding its passion
It is weaving its web of rust in my brain

To live as deeply and thoroughly as possible
To deal with the reality of life
To discover truth, create beauty and act out love
Truisms, which my eroded strength finds hard to aspire

It is a flat plain that I am treading on
With no sight of a mountain to scale, nor
A molehill to elevate the dull scene with an inspiring goal
A desert of plainness, an abundance of sameness
Waning hope, desensitised senses
Yearning for a way to escape the great space of emptiness