are my poems boring?
are they monotone?
are you able to
imagine what’s happening
in your head?
they must be very boring,
i’m sorry.
they share no colors,
i’m sorry for gifting you
a dull world.  
if you can imagine the poem in your head,
i’ve done well, haven’t i?
they’ve become monotone, haven’t they?
i used to write happy
nature haikus.
now what?
they’re just useless feelings