This is a poem that I wrote in school a while ago. I finished my test early, so I was allowed to write.
Boredom.
It's hard to think.
I've tried everything
from looking at the clock and listening to the tick-tock.
From playing with my bangs to thinking about things.
Boredom.
I can hear my heart beat.
Going home would be neat.
But at the moment I'm stuck in school
where nothing really can be called 'cool.'
Boredom.
My head throbs.
My soul sobs
for the chance to do something.
My plans for writing just will not diminish
much like the poem that I have just finished.
And its name is 'Boredom.'
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Verse
PoetryVerses, poetry, songs and parodies that I have written. Here and there, there will also be inspirational quotes. Some I will invent, for others I will give credit to the author.
