Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

28: Bored

Words on paper,
the power of a pencil,
knowledge I savor,
a great potential.

Dogs on a leash,
unable to talk,
waiting to unleash
wanting to walk.

Laptop goes on,
laptop goes off.
What is it do I want?
What am I looking for?

Keeping myself busy with distractions,
distractions outside my room
without going beyond my contraptions.
Nothing to do as I loom.

Boredom keeps me stagnant,
purpose moves my gears.
It creates a ripple in a small fragment,
shifting away from my fears.