Repitition

A Shakespearean sonnet about repetition writtern in iambic pentameter

Everyday is always the same for me,

I need a break from this monotony;

Through the days I whisper a silent plea,

Repetition in my anatomy.

Being in a uniform everyday,

Makes the days lifeless and the seasons blend;

I wish there was a hue in the display,

Repetition when will it ever end.

All of the colors sucked out of the world;

All of the music turned to a dull tone;

My wings are no longer outstretched but furled;

Repetition wore me down to the bone.

Everyday is always the same for me,

Repetition no more let me be free.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism only please.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have the same problem. I need a new place and new activities. Hard when life is norm and slow. Thank you Stephanie for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"Everyday is always the same for me,
Repetition no more let me be free."
Beautiful lines.
Its the repitition of the same old routine that makes us dull indeed. Good work!