Boredom (a poem)

As I sit alone with my mind in a constant yawn

i try to think of things to occupy my time.

But, I come up with nothing but emptiness.

A never ending boredom.

Such a seizing boredom that I have no choice but to let

My mind

Wander where it wills.

Maybe into dangerous territories.

Territories that threaten my very existence.

or even yours.

Try as I may I am not able to prevent this

Destruction

Of my own making.

DOA 1995