Solitude

The Monster is boredom

It stalks its prey silently and patiently

It lasts for hours and days

It carefully attacks when the time's right

Boredom is like the Monster

It lurks under your bed at night

Quietly feeding on loneliness

It follows you around like that big storm cloud

 It chases you around.

except for those who can stare at a wall

and have no problems at all

for those who have the imagination

they will always be entertained

this Monster is a friend to those

who like to think unrestrained

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