Boredom

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

Boredom is endangered,
at high risk of extinction.
My species overfed,
too full with colors, sounds, 
speeding through images,
ravenous for the next.
My idea forest clear-cut.

Staring out the window, 
wondering what to do 
is a distant memory. 
I am too basely occupied.
I let time get stolen, 
and I’m sorry about it.
Oh god, what could I have
done, made, been, if only
I’d let myself do nothing? 

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