Boredom

Like termites surface from the clod, out of the blue, Or like small snails creeping out without any clue; Boredom dwells in my psyche like a three-toed sloth, Puts a halt to my day-to-day temporal growth...! As though nothing to do or do not want to do, I feel; even though duties standing in a queue; My zeal and thrill and enthusiasm get hidden, Joy stands out, as though the entrance is forbidden...! Is it dejection? Is it despond? I don't know, Where's my motivation gone? Why is my mind slow? It seems, sometimes, treacherous; sometimes troublesome, Where does increasing inner injury come from...? Perceptional seizures are gone; my mind stands dull, Concentration cuts off; distractions fill my skull; Yet, when freshness fills me at the end of the day, Excitement and euphoria come back to stay...!!! 24 March 2023