Lost in the Mundane

Lost in the mundane
among the wasted,
the moments that fain
too often tasted.
The minutes subsiding
and fading into the back,
falling into the grey
where everything lacks.
The stormy skies
prior to the storms
that are recognized
far too closely to norm,
the weather present
that presents the rain
and presenting with it
the sudden pain,
it starts to pour
out on the soul
bringing with it more
to destroy the whole
and all because
of the passivity
and a laziness
to crush the weak.