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.
Copyright © Benita Margaronis | Year Posted 2012
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