Poems to the common world

Average

I see average dull beings

    Sulking around, head laying low.

I see average eyes

    Speaking out, reaching out to escape,

 Away from their opaque lifeless orbs.

I see average clothing

    Dour, bland tasting, fabric that brands one.

I see average effort

    Their hearts beating in agony,

Laziness strangling the valves free of its gain.

I see no color

    Fiery roses dried to spiceless dust.

I feel drained

    The world void of palet or contrast,

My muscles vitriolic, bones weighed by iron. 

I feel my soul yawp barbarically

    A does disease ridden with soft eyes.

I feel her struggle

    Struggle to leave the muddy walls,

But with each attempt becomes less.

Less of its vibrant fur shining through.

Less effort, dulling does eyes.

Less fight, Dampened by soggy cold mud.

Till all thats seen is a average deer.

In the walls of Average beings.