Boredom
Boredom. B O R E D O M!
It encompasses the brain and swallows it up.
Your vision becomes altered,
you imagination takes control
and the world becomes an unmanageable mountain
of wet clay.
Unable to be delt with, the boredom lies heavy over
your body restricting you of any logical function.
T.V. commercials have newly discovered depth,
and Pop music lyrics swim uncontrollably
through your head: "do you want to ride in my Mercedes boys?"
Gravity becomes magnified,
the weight of your own body is pushing you
through the floor, and the thought
that Elvis may still be alive breaths hope
into your lifeless world.
Copyright © Cheryl Murray | Year Posted 2024
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