Boredom
For any left insane,
give me a few minutes to explain.
I've been lost for (days)/(months) without a brain,
things are (weird)/(strange) but I can't complain.
(And) I'm amidst a colorless plane,
without any friends, I'm all that remains.
Me and this monster mountain range,
above which stay dark clouds, (boredom) and horrid waiting rain.
Feelings are doused with blue and are sitting plain.
I awake to see this has all just been a (tiny/brittle) quick (little), dream stain.
Copyright © Kris Lund | Year Posted 2014
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