Boredom – April 2008


boredom hugs you
as you travel through space
that awkward smile
is painted on your face
the hours spent
fulfilling your role
boredom turns off the heating
and leaves you in the cold
left alone with your demons
who like to play
they infect your tongue
and poison what you say
boredom touches you
and clings to your soul
it puts years on your face
another crease, another fold
boredom hugs you
sits on your lap
if only it would leave
and stop leaving the door on the latch

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James Garratt – April 2008

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