"The Bored and the Desperate"
The silence surrounds me,
All alone again.
A deafening silence,
One quite like it there has never been.
I make faces in the looking glass,
I try so hard to make myself laugh.
A giggle here and there,
But the humor is nowhere.
Boredom.
Is it boredom?
It gets closer and encompasses me.
It gets harder to breath.
Sleep comes and goes,
Life ebbs and flows.
I remain faithful and wait.
Wait to live, or wait to die?
I finaly bring myself to write.
Write something, try not to pout.
This pencil must be broken,
No words will come out.
Boredom?
Bored isn't the start.
There's nothing to do,
So I just
Sit.
Here.
In.
The.
Dark.
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Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. --John 14:27 (NKJ) 