Boredom takes a seat pouring a slow molasses like lethargy over my being.
I feel imprisoned in this nothingness—nothing motivates or stirs me.
Sing on if you must.
My ears hear you—my mind won’t listen.
Enfolded in the lull of boredom’s cradle, nothing penetrates this trap.
I wait it out until the next day.
Upon rising, I’m as good as new with a million and one things to do.
However, right now—this moment—I’m boredom’s prey.
©2012 Nesi Writes