Striking a pen
as I am bored.
A perfect ten
for I have scored.
My mind is set.
Only one thing to say.
I will not fret,
It’ll get out my way.
Nothing to do,
I sit and think.
Telling others to shoo
I think I’ll shrink.
My heart wants to speak,
but it sits trapped inside.
I think I will freak
as it has once tried.
Nothing to do,
but wait for my day.
I haven’t a clue.
When will it come my way?
I sit being torn
as my head is in my lap.
I will not mourn,
nor I will not clap.
Do something now,
I say again and again.
Yet, my body doesn’t allow
as my head tells me to refrain.
Go to bed it’s late,
there’s always tomorrow.
If this is fate
tomorrow will bring sorrow.