Boredom Part 1

By AceS   

Sitting, standing
laying or waiting.
With nothing to think,
for all has been thought.
Nothing to imagine or ponder in thought.
All daydreams have been dreamt,
and the only things left to dream and bleak and retired.
No one to talk too
and not a soul around.
No show, book or bored game,
nothing to entertain me.
So I’ll write this poem
on what boredom is to me. And,
it’s quite tormenting. Don’t you agree?

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