Sinking again
My surroundings drift away
No more cluttered room
No more stressful tasks
Just emptiness
Just the emptiness of my bored mind
Dark and empty
But this is only temporary
Thoughts come pouring in
Like wind through an newly opened window
They surround me entirely before I can even react
They organize themselves like chapters in a book
A book that gets deeper and deeper in every line
And every chapter
And no matter how hard I try,
I can never put down this book,
For this book is inside me
This book IS me
And I can not ignore myself
The book begins with one simple idea
Then moves to another
Then another
Then another
I can feel myself sinking
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Until there is no where to go
As l sink into my deepest fears
Surrounded by darkness and death
There is no where I can go, but deeper
Toward the beacon of light that is the core
My core
The core of my existence
My true purpose
But I can never reach it
I feel myself being pulled back by a great force
Out of darkness and death
Out of deep thoughts
Out of simpler ideas
Out into the emptiness of my bored mind
I open my eyes
I am back in my cluttered room
I had never left
I sigh as I look over the stressful tasks unfinished
YOU ARE READING
I Was Really Bored.
ПоэзияWhen I am bored, my mind wanders. I sometimes find myself writing random things. Most of it is either poetry or songs. A lot of it is sort of weird, but I have decided to post some of the stuff that I think is actually good on here for other peop...
