When I Die of Boredom

Poem by: LeAnne

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i got really bored and thought i'd write a poem about it!

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Submitted: June 01, 2008

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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!


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When I Die of Boredom

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i got really bored and thought i'd write a poem about it!

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