By Dreamless

Bland and tasteless
As is food for the sick
So is the spirit dwelling in myself
Playing solitaire for eternity
While the second hand ticks,
tick, tick,
But a minute never passes
And yet on the outisde
Another day disappears
As the minutes melt to hours
And the clock crumbles away
I am shades of gray
A rainbow from white to black
Somewhere between lifeless
And life support
Stale and unchanging
I am suspended, it seems
In past routine
Liquor once hard to swallow
Now goes down like water
And quenches my thirst
For you


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Copyright 2016 Dreamless
Published on Thursday, March 17, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • Electric-Chair On Friday, December 13, 2019, Electric-Chair (128)By person wrote:

    Well done,

  • Billy Waise On Thursday, December 12, 2019, Billy Waise (11)By person wrote:

    lovely piece! I really enjoy reading it, nice work

  • A former member wrote: I hear faint whispers of loathing towards the monotonousness relationship an individual's mind can sometimes have with the uncaring and cruel progression of time. A timeless and impactful piece for sure. Well met, poet. Thank you.

  • Just Dave On Tuesday, November 8, 2016, Just Dave (480)By person wrote:

    Great poem. Love it. TY

  • A former member wrote: Read this three times to really soak in the feel put into your poem, i really feel the shades of gray as time fades nicely written-Mrk

  • hazydaisy On Friday, March 18, 2016, hazydaisy (139)By person wrote:

    "somewhere between lifeless and life support" that's where you really got me, well done.

  • A former member wrote: The sense of the timelessness that exists within routines and demands finds a home in this work. Expertly expressed and worth a second read -- which it got from me. Very, very well done.

  • A former member wrote: I know what you mean. Some hours are actually two hours, even though only one hour has passed. I like your expression of slow, so fast. It'll probably get worse before it gets better but it will get better. Then shitty again, then get better from that. All we can hope is that the betters outnumber the worses in the end, or that we at least end our time during a better. Or perhaps it would be better to end our time because things are worse? Stop confusin' me, man! See what you did? Solid piece. Cheers.

  • A former member wrote: I think therefore I am. I fade to black because my mind has blurred the lines of innocense and lies.

  • River Lily On Thursday, March 17, 2016, River Lily (1016)By person wrote:

    "As the minutes melt to hours And the clock crumbles away" beautiful words but not just these the poem has a whole..Hits home like a familiar songs..sad and welcoming Scholar

  • soul_versing On Thursday, March 17, 2016, soul_versing (961)By person wrote:

    What to say... Hm. Life doesn't suck just the persons in it. And where the hell is my shot? ...not that I'd drink it, but that's besides the point. You have an knack for recreating your raw emotion back into your pieces. When I read this, I felt like it was me who was spewing these words. - Applauds Scholar

  • Star On Thursday, March 17, 2016, Star (1013)By person wrote:

    *downs a shot* great imagery and i loved the flow of this piece. cheers to you!

  • Void Vortex On Thursday, March 17, 2016, Void Vortex (312)By person wrote:

    Well then... I guess we can thank the gods for hard liquor :) Thanx for sharing. A well flowed and encapturing piece!

  • A former member wrote: "I am shades of gray White to black" Great imagery and overall a solid genuine piece!

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