Boredom
Hope keeps us alive at the darker side
of everything that is worth living for.
I don't have the luxury to hope,
each tick of the clock is growing me weary of life.
My friends are never tired of saying,
what lies ahead is beautiful.
That too is killing me of boredom.
Say something different
show me the point of living.
my patience is running low.
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