The Doldrums

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of providing or productivity when all we want is regular connectivity and we look around for some sense of life and we realize we are in The Doldrums</p><p id="eae5">Seems like a good name for a band but right now, it’s our lives a gloomy overlay of dejected disinterest monotonized into compact cubicles for daily inefficient batching and a full inbox wanting so much from us when all we want is a hug Bored with boredom, a list of listlessness and a tight-knit circle of ineffective self-love that keeps us trapped in this city A slow yawn signifies everything about us as our bodies form to our chairs and our future becomes our past at a surprisingly fast rate of speed We are the tortoise, but with a broken leg No one and nothing is the hare</p><p id="4e7c">Welcome to The Doldrums where your dreams come to die or just take really long naps only to wake up groggy and indifferent because what is a dream if it can’t come true? And what are we if we

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remain here stuck in a purgatory of paralysis waiting for a single sign that makes it ok for us to run outside and high five a stranger because we are just so desperate for humanity when all this has shown us is that humanity might be dead, or on vacation or maybe that’s just how it seems here, in The Doldrums</p><p id="d381">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="a833">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="56bb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/paranoid-3271b47eb122"> <div> <div> <h2>Paranoid</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*A0qqFbQgXWCuEVkW)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

Listen to the gentle hum of nothingness A stagnant vision of a life less lived A cornered existence, backed in and desperate for a world to reach in and pull us out But we are too far down the rabbit hole Hunched and bunched into a ball in the corner just waiting for something to happen Four walls, eight walls, shopping malls inside of our internet browsers on-call for our daily pleasure sequence which involves ordering things we nary need but somehow still gives us pleasure as if we are doing something with ourselves Some form of providing or productivity when all we want is regular connectivity and we look around for some sense of life and we realize we are in The Doldrums

Seems like a good name for a band but right now, it’s our lives a gloomy overlay of dejected disinterest monotonized into compact cubicles for daily inefficient batching and a full inbox wanting so much from us when all we want is a hug Bored with boredom, a list of listlessness and a tight-knit circle of ineffective self-love that keeps us trapped in this city A slow yawn signifies everything about us as our bodies form to our chairs and our future becomes our past at a surprisingly fast rate of speed We are the tortoise, but with a broken leg No one and nothing is the hare

Welcome to The Doldrums where your dreams come to die or just take really long naps only to wake up groggy and indifferent because what is a dream if it can’t come true? And what are we if we remain here stuck in a purgatory of paralysis waiting for a single sign that makes it ok for us to run outside and high five a stranger because we are just so desperate for humanity when all this has shown us is that humanity might be dead, or on vacation or maybe that’s just how it seems here, in The Doldrums

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