When I Die of Boredom

When I Die of Boredom

I sit here waiting.

Doing simply nothing.

My parents are gone

My relatives are gone

I wait for something,

To eagerly fulfill my energy

I pick up my pen

And think and imagine.

I imagine nothing,

I think of nothing.

I lost my words and mind

To where I cannot find.

I sit and stare

With boredom’s gentle glare.

I sleep while I wait.

Because in this state,

I thought I need some.

When I die of boredom.

Thank goodness!