Boredom

Everyday's enemy

 

Sitting here drumming my fingers on the keyboard,

 

pounding the keys out of habit; nothing in particular

 

to write about, my mind's an empty void

 

that I must fill; the thought of doing nothing

 

is unacceptable to me; idle hands means I have

 

to think about things I'd rather not

 

Just one of those days, I tell myself;

 

except for 15 years now?

 

Boredom now, yesterday, and tomorrow

Reviews

[Marie]

You need to get out more. Or write to Winifred...

[Michael Stevens]

Winifred would tell me to quit whining!