BoredomA Poem by Boring~PotatoBoredom creeps in like a thief in the night, Stealing joy and filling my mind with blight. I search for something to fill the void, But nothing seems to bring me any joy. I try to paint, to read, to write, But nothing seems to make it right. The days drag on, the hours slow, Boredom is now my greatest foe. I long for something to spark my soul, To help me once again feel whole. But for now, I sit and wait, For boredom's grip to dissipate. I know that soon the tides will turn, And once again my passion will burn. But until then, I'll bide my time, And try to find some peace of mind. © 2024 Boring~Potato |
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Added on October 30, 2024 Last Updated on October 30, 2024 Author
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