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Boredom Chronicles I – The Killing of the Boredom

by on February 19, 2013

This time of day,
I stare. I’m lost
A streak of hope!
A moment lost

I feel so worthless
So like a Flop
Time goes slow,
And time does stop

You might think I’ve struck
A cold hard base –
And yet to sink,
There’s still some space

The pain is not physical
And yet, I flinch
It’s not a dream
I try out a pinch

This seemingly endless boredom!
I need some hope, to hope
This endless boredom is killing me
And I need some will to cope

So, I pick up a pen
And write this rhyme
And “three cheers to me
I’ve passed some time!

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