boredom!

Days pass on,

Ink runs out.

Conversations start to fade…

My brain now belongs to Frankestein it is old, with cobwebs and spiders hanging by the thread of their own web.

My soul too it’s a ghost not seen but still lingers on.

Innumerable hours pass by...

Minute after minute, second after second

Nothing to do...

The bars in my window feel like prison

I’m just another girl going through boredom phase in my own still, quiet town that I live in.

Author's Note

just bored :p im not depressed just changing te way how i sometimes many people see the world when they are sad hope you like it !:)

Reviews

[Ashli The Amazing]

i totally relate to this....i'm bored almost all the time very nice poem [: