Done with ts

Done with ts

A Poem by Cer

Maybe it’s the beauty of this monochromatic life

where I stopped expecting the colours 

and started admiring 

the black and whites.


The nights are silent like a light melody, 

where I sit 

and think of the past memories.

The mornings go by 

with no time to think,

live in the present, 

can’t even blink.


My brain tries to undo something it can’t control 

and I’m just stuck not knowing 

which way to go. 

I would 

if I knew where I stood 

but the surroundings are dark with the lights so bright 

so I just carry on with no sight. 


Is it a blessing or a curse to be so bland? 

How can a person be so plain?

It's as if my body is melting, 

seeping into the Earth

My existence being erased, 

my traces being smudged. 

Memories of me are blurred,

photos of me are burned. 

I think I'm just done 

and exhausted from thinking too much.




© 2025 Cer


Author's Note

Cer
Yeahhh thanks for reading :)

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MCS
There is quiet wisdom in this verse. It's funny how, when we're truly present, free from the distractions of colour and noise, breathing becomes easier. I really enjoyed this. Thank you.

Posted 5 Months Ago



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I like poetry and food :] Not posting much nowadays since I haven't been able to write anything new. Will post when inspiration spikes :> more..