Mundane Monday
They go through their motions numbly
Like stiff, rickety robots without a care
They move through their actions dumbly
Like they could honestly be anywhere
Yet here I stand watching them numbly
Judging every last movement I see
And here I stand watching them dumbly
As I bet you that they're judging me
👁 5💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.