Today is like any other
So why bother
I sit in a windowless office
Encamped against the precipice
My eyes glazed over
Ready to take cover
Sameness is death to me
Repetition for all to see
Ticks on the clock magnified
Boredom personified
Dreams pervade my thoughts
Happier times are naught
Pull me from this open pit
Give me the courage to quit
A life synonymous with death
Give me one last breath
Remove me from this place
To see His bright-lit face
I’ll take my final bow
Before the wolf cries foul
Forgive me if you can
This wasn’t my original plan
Take care and do not fret
I have no regret
Excellent poem, but very haunting! That last verse makes one very uncomfortable. Hope all is well...
If you're bored read my post Savage Beasts Blamed the Least, it might stir some juices, pro or con;-)!
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2004
Well you can say this is the perfect description of boredom. Hope something comes along to lift it. Hey you might catch a winning lottery ticket floating by. Could happen you know.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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If you're bored read my post Savage Beasts Blamed the Least, it might stir some juices, pro or con;-)!