Stagnant

(With much thanks to Erebus for the inspiration for the title!)
i have become clairvoyant.
My future is every day repeated.
Where once i sought a purpouse
my reserves are now depleted.
My voice has now been muted.
I have nothing left to say.
Not that it really matters 
‘cause, i re-live all my days.
Cinder blocks encapsulate
a body made of lead.
Not that there’s somewhere i can run
so i just stay in bed.
Monotonous routine and habbit
govern my existence.
A life of mirth has been replaced
by a day-to-day subsistence.