Posts Tagged ‘Bored’

The sun is shining

yet I sit inside,

daydreaming of places I’d like to go:

the beach, I used to go

all the time, but then teenage insecurity crept in;

a bike ride, I love the rush of wind

against my skin, but the way back

is uphill;

the forest, always

with such mystery,

such a quiet and mystical place

with sounds from sources unseen,

the scent of earth and trees,

but there’s danger lurking somewhere

and there are bugs that bite.

I sit inside

and think about the places I want to go,

waiting for courage or boredom

to take me there.

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With every fiber, I move,

shuffling feelings as an orchestra

moves through concert pieces;

each page is different,

danger is splashed in each note,

the words are red with risk.

You, however, stay rooted

playing the same tunes,

singing the same lyrics,

in different arrangements,

with different moods

because taking risks

puts you out of your comfort zone.

What kind of musician are you

if you find that even your own feet

grow tired of dancing

to the same- your same old tunes?

I’m not all there.

My heart is not whole.

My mind isn’t focused.

Am I even awake?

The second hand doesn’t jar me,

the clock does nothing to bolster me,

it does not reach with its brass hands

to pull me from my bed, or shake me

from my dull daydreams.

With a lightbulb burning like a confined sun,

not even blue cloak of noon or black sheath of night

can rouse me from this blank state.

I have to take initiative

and realize, that I could wallow

in this murk,

but that would not stop my life diminishing

with each twitch of the thin second-hand.

New chains are chiming

along the floor,

a cold wind howls

through the open door,

and I sit here

in a musty old chair,

torn past recognition.

This home wasn’t built to last,

like my decisions, it was not cast

in metal, but in plaster

which has begun to crack.

There are no lights,

no complications.

I sit in shadow,

without anticipation.

I have seen the world outside.

Nothing waits for me there.

For now, I will rest here.

This home wasn’t built to last,

like my decisions, it was not cast

in metal, but in plaster

which has begun to crack.