Sonnet 1: Boredom
By Riverette
Pacing back and forth in my dark, cold room The carpet’s wearing thin where I have stepped Winter outside, nothing but snow does bloom The crumpled up sheets where last night I slept In a ball on the floor, they’re growing cold But I’m far too lazy to pick the sheets up This lifestyle is boring, it’s getting old Drinking ice water from a dixie cup I drift around the house, asking what’s next I don’t have any drive, no motivation My mind’s a blank slate; I’m far from perplexed Just sitting around leads to frustration I suppose I could find something to do But boredom’s still better than being with you Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 03:08 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Pacing back and forth in my dark, cold room..."