Blinding boredom, shuffle me to rhythmic beat
of this brain-dead monotony and repose;
contentedness in overwhelming pressure;
I am the diamond.
Lifeless; immovable yet unstoppable,
across the sands. I, the levitating drone;
discontented and rebelling for less; the
want to be fluid.
Almost missed this prompt, but the awesomeness overflowing from We Drink Because We’re Poets had a new prompt that I wanted to try. I think I may take my hand at a more traditional, constrained form of sapphic verse later, but for now, I’m going to stick with this one.