Mediocre Nothings

Sonnet on the repetitive mundane nature of modern society.Got no use for the accepted norm

I slowly fade within this life's ukase
Where mediocre nothings fall like rain
Immersing hope while shades of grey replace
The blood that flows within the dying vein.

And vibrance blisters midst the ebon pall
Of mundane actions forced on brilliant souls
Refusing change when faced with boredom's call
While suffering the pain the blow extolls.

A breeding ground for desolation's blight.
maleficence invading depths of mind
Eclipsing heart In veils of ruthless night
Amidst the cage of foetid fate consigned.

I rot within this loathsome life of mine
And pray the plight will finally resign