Boredom


Constant nights, of reparative moments

Boring moon

The same shade below my face

I am doing nothing

 

Ink cry on my pages

Begging this flood to stop

Others are scrambled a long time ago

I am just watching

 

My ideas are sticking

In the bubble of boredom

Waiting  to explode

 

I am just waiting

 

Lips blow the dust away on my photo frame

.Fade features

Missing the capture of time

I am missing

 





Poetry by Libyan Rose
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Written on 2011-09-19 at 21:58

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Neelima
Hmm...well expressed.
2011-09-20



You convey a sense of time passing very well, time that is passing listlessly, without hope or expectation. It's sad.
2011-09-20