Fruit of Boredom

To tired to write

To lazy to read

To bored to be inspired

Shattered I wait

Embraced by this vast nothingness

Hushed in silence

Without episode

Time is still

Lingering for a word

Yearning for a sight

Desiring a taste

Attaining nothing

In this oblivion I am ensnared

In its shackles I cannot escape

And in this emptiness I have found a fruit

Emptiness is not so empty after all

I made this short poem when I was in a state of authors block. It was very fun making this poem. Anyway, review after reading or read after you review…