Boredom Blues

There was this day at work when I did not have anything to work on and I felt totally, utterly sleepy.....this poem is an extension of that boredom, an expression of what I went through.

When nothing works in my mind,

And all thoughts come to a screeching halt,

I sit totally blank; a clean chalkboard.

Restless, impatient,

Disconnected from the mundane,

It is hard to fathom this gap, unseen.

My mind ain’t a devil’s workshop, no!

It is but a thoughtless existence,

When absolute boredom seeps through.

I slide down my never-ending chair,

Eyes half-droopy and ridiculously insane,

I crawl helplessly on the floor,

Akin a sloth that has gone askew!

Pillows, I hit them;

Fluffy and white,

Clouds of soft sensations,

Dreamy delights!

Just being there,

In that cottony comfort

Is what I love the most.

I do not care, I do not need

Bliss anymore.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A good poem, and what it does well is describe something we all know,this uneasy feeling of not being motivated, lacking energy. What you have also proved is that you can use this situation to write a witty and clever work.Well done.

[Suditi]

Hehehehe!
A real fun poem!
I love it :D

[Suze]

Very descriptive, I like this poem a lot. I can completely relate, also, as boredom drives me out of my mind and often take to bed when I can't focus on doing anything. Good topic, good poem!