Boredom.
A kingdom with a strong and harsh king
The village people do the same thing time and time again
A repetitive life, a lack of adventure or change
No weather, no wind, the same sun comes back every day
Boredom.
An ocean of nothing but rocks
All the fish were fished
All the coral was lost
Boredom.
An absence of color in an abstract painting
A shapeless mess of white
Boredom.
A mind
A clock of gears that have simply slowed almost to a stop
A blur of time
A dimmed candle in a stale room
This is boredom.
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Poetry Dump
PoésieThe thing I love about poetry is that it is unique to every mind. The reader will never know what the writer was thinking, and the writer will never know how the reader will interpret it. The most beautiful part is that it has meaning to everyone.
