Boredom
Boredom
The poison
That fills my soul
It tinges my heart
Darkens my mind
Fills my mouth
With a bitter taste.
Boredom
The reason
For so many crimes
The fear it causes
The pain it strikes
The worry it forces
Into everyone's mind.
Boredom
The lack
Of any emotion
Except for it
Tiring us
Scaring us
Living us
It fills me now
My entire mind
Occupied with nothing
But boredom
The cause
For so much worry
And pain
Because of
Boredom.
I have nothing to do
Nowhere to go
No one to see
No more passion
No more craving
No more thinking
No more loving
No more nothing
All gone
None left
All over
None here
Just empty
Just dark
Just nothing
Boredom
Why must
You pursue me?
What do you want
With itty bitty me?
Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who do I see?
When do I leave?
Why do I need?
Bitterly
I contemplate
What I am unable to do
As this ever lasting
Boredom
Encases me.