Reflections of the Soul: Poetry

Boredom

"Boredom"

Sitting on the corner

Doing nothing but ponder.

So bored like a goner.

Might as well go for a deep slumber.

Woke up after a minute or two.

The skies are still crisp and blue.

Can't think of other things to do.

Not having fun even though my game's new.

The clock's ticking so slowly

That it's making me go crazy.

I'm just lying on my bed being lazy.

My mind's becoming slow and hazy.

Same routine every single time.

I kill the hours by flipping a dime,

Yawn at a guy performing a mime,

And be unsurprised at one's crime.

All my actions are the same.

You may think that I'm lame.

I have only myself to blame,

'Cause my wild side is tame.

- 2011