Boredom and An Extra Thought
Boredom And An Extra Thought
Bouncing around my mind.
Thoughts of something.
Cant get them to form a picture.
So I'm stuck.
Stuck with this thought.
Pacing around aimlessly.
Wishing.
Hoping.
Wondering what to do.
As I give in, it over takes me.
The one I feared.
Boredom.
When will that thought form?
I scream and thrash.
Why is it over coming my head?
My mind melts to nothing.
My words get swept away in the air.
My whole body and everything I am ceases to exist.
Why does boredom take such a hold?
I walk up and down in my thoughts.
Thinking.
Wondering.
Wishing.
Then it forms.
That one thought.
Was it really that important?
Was the reason I was bored because I was dormant?
I nor you shall ever know.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
