Lost In Boredom One Afternoon

a static lullaby playing in my head
a cool summer sun sinking in the distance
as i write these lines in my rumpled bed
in a daze of boredom, mine eyes losing sleep
this won’t be a day to remember, to recall
a lull, before the week comes with its urgent call

now sleep crawls on my eyelids, hypnotizing
losing my will to these calls for release
while the songs sing their lines, screaming
discordant notes cushion my fall into dreamland
nightmares lie in wait for my descent
now who will follow my scent?
i’m lost to the waking world, lost to the senses

watching and waiting
silently leading me to the trapdoor
these reasons for lethargy
a wasted afternoon, a loss of energy
i just want to free-fall, it seems
i made myself believe in dreams

soon the mosquitoes will come out to play
as the view from my window is swallowed by the night
darkness crawling, sneaking up on the unsuspecting
Time, that merciless betrayer
leaves me living on a prayer
leaves me hanging on the edge

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