*"Monotony’s Whisper"* *by Nadia Mellissaeh Phiri C* Another day, the same gray hue, The ticking clock—my only view. The chair, the wall, the distant hum, The world outside feels deaf and dumb. I sip my tea, it tastes like air, No thrill, no flame, just empty stare. Routine wraps tight like morning mist, Moments repeat, too numb to resist. Pages turn with silent cries, Eyes wide open but soul just sighs. The sky unchanged, a stagnant blue, Where dreams once danced, now nothing new. Yet deep inside this silent ache, A spark still stirs, begins to wake. For boredom too can plant a seed, That restless minds begin to feed. So I’ll breathe through this colorless phase, A quiet prelude to brighter days. Even in monotony’s lullaby, Hope hums beneath the sleepy sky. #boredbutbreathing #stillawake #poetrywithheart 🕊️✨