Boredom

Boredom - - - - - - - - Not all boredom is equal Some fleeting Some circumstantial And some teeters On crisis existential I sit and stare And see time flown My patience gone And my soul closing down I wonder if it's boredom Driving out my emotions Of thoughts going rotten Of ideas long forgotten Along the lines of the paper My hand bumbles Until I put on rhymes to taper Is it becoming a monotone? As I feel it's putting me down When not coming to my mind To trickle down to my hand Or it feels like a little repetitive And I don't know If that's from my perspective I feel as if I am stuck Wrapping like vines me around Suffocating my mind And restricting my movement even It feels prosaic and insipid Then what it is…. I sit and frown The time ticks by And this must be boredom Wish to pull myself out of its kingdom And carry on nice and safe With the poetry world to beat the boredom I pick up my pen And write few lines again