Boredom

On this night of idle time,

Minutes stretch endlessly.

A restless ache persists,

I want to scream helplessly.

The hours crawl like a snail,

No adventure to fullfill.

Like a boat lost at sail,

This night is so dull.

I long for purpose, something more,

To distract me from thoughts that never end,

I need to break free from this horrid bore,

To say that I am happy, I can’t pretend.

Connor

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