Boredom

Boredom sets in,

Life withers away,

I just can’t be bothered,

To get up and play,

The clock ticks the seconds,

I watch the hands go round,

Minute by minute,

Aware of the sound,

My brain starts to slow,

The world blurs around me,

My mind starts to go,

I start to feel sleepy,

Am I awake or asleep,

Am I dead or alive,

Can’t carry on like this,

Need stimulation to survive,

My eyelids get heavy,

Start slumping in my chair,

Is the bloody clock working,

This just isn’t fair,

The minute hand is frozen,

I’m sure that it’s stopped,

Every time that I look,

At that bloody dead clock,

I want to go home,

Do something more exciting,

Than sit here so bored,

With the sleep that I’m fighting.

At times I could swear,

That the clock’s in reverse,

That it’s cheating me of time,

Making me feel worse,

Sometimes I think,

I could die of this boredom,

As I sit here wishing,

For home time to come.