Bored.
Bored of knives,
Bored of guns,
Bored of matches,
Bored of fun,
Bored of ones I loved,
Bored of the sky that once fascinated me so,
Bored of books,
Bored of dad,
Bored of mom,
Bored of friends,
Bored of conversation,
Bored of crying,
Bored of sighing,
Bored of school,
Bored of reality,
Bored of waking up,
Bored of falling asleep,
Bored of watching the days fly by as I do nothing,
Bored of waiting for my life to get un-boring,
And bored, particularly at this very moment, of writing.

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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.