Ennui comes around and lacks the interests
And the enthusiasm of oneself.
Where one drowns themselves in briny deep
Filled with weariness and apathy."There's nothing else to do" they exclaim
And just scroll their phones or lie down,
Thinking about nothing and everything
Being bored to just get up and pitch in.Dozing and daydreaming,
Wanting to engage not knowing to begin
Yet believing there's nothing to achieve
And engulfing in an Ocean filled with ennui.
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Art of poetry
Şiir"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering"- Robert Frost I want to write this book cause I want to write poems and see them after years to remind myself of my teenage years and see if I have improved. I hope you co...