Boredom
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I can’t even lift a finger
A weakness that cannot be inflicted by hunger
Drained of all fain to do anything
Dull, starring subconsciously at everything
I am like a motionless cloud in my sky
A healthy Eagle that cannot fly
I feel this strong lethargy in my brain
Alienated from all source of energy I contain
Bored to the apex, depressed, soaked with low spirit
Crushed like a vase, suppressed, blinded to every sight
Weakened and broken, even my teeth are bleeding
As if I am frozen, stiff, in coldness I’m feeding
Crumbled and tumbled, feelings I cannot fathomed
Rippled and rumpled, all I feel is boredom
 A realm of tiredness; weariness a festoon of this kingdom
I am too jaded and tired to even complete this poem
I have really tried than it may seem
For as for me and my Boredom this is a screed from our deem!

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©SirKelvin
Precious Poetry™