Bored... so bored...so so so bored...
Let me post a poem I came up with the other day
In the last remaining hours before shutting my eyes
to sleep. I was in one of my rather darker moods...
Although I still like it a great deal, as I feel it explains
a part of me no one else can see.
This crawling hatred
Inside me blooms
Every Spring of gloom befalls.
The twin I turn to
stares aghast,
Distorted visage
and body wrath.
Tear away
this flesh forbid,
It doth not end
at gates of sin.
Let me post a poem I came up with the other day
In the last remaining hours before shutting my eyes
to sleep. I was in one of my rather darker moods...
Although I still like it a great deal, as I feel it explains
a part of me no one else can see.
This crawling hatred
Inside me blooms
Every Spring of gloom befalls.
The twin I turn to
stares aghast,
Distorted visage
and body wrath.
Tear away
this flesh forbid,
It doth not end
at gates of sin.
Poetry is a great way to get out those feelings that need expressing.
ReplyDeleteWhat can you do to alleviate your boredom?
xx lori