by Unknown
Jun 2011 467 Views 2 comments
Bored
I sit uneasy
What will I do
Itching for something
I am bored through and through
Watching the clock
Time stands still
Repetitive excitements
Dont give any thrill
Intruiged by something
Loses appeal
It doesnt last long
Bored i feel
The same actions
If not once
For the hundreth time
Intellect in decline
Up all night
In bed all day
I must escape
This disarray
Not really bored
Jus constantly ignored
My choice at a junction
Decay or function
What will I do
Itching for something
I am bored through and through
Watching the clock
Time stands still
Repetitive excitements
Dont give any thrill
Intruiged by something
Loses appeal
It doesnt last long
Bored i feel
The same actions
If not once
For the hundreth time
Intellect in decline
Up all night
In bed all day
I must escape
This disarray
Not really bored
Jus constantly ignored
My choice at a junction
Decay or function
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Posted: Jun 2011
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