Boredom Poem by La'Chelle Yount

My pen, a road for my thoughts…

To trust me with myself seems redundant
Always the same outcome regardless of the paths
Wondering how long I shall continue this
Am I truly worth it after all… I suppose not
Guiding myself aimlessly through my day
Wanting nothing more than a few words
A conversation of any sort really
Something to keep me fresh on his mind
Feeling as the lady who speaks to herself
A sort of crazy brought on by insanity
My own of course always getting worse
Once again finding life in our words exchanged
Making me laugh with just a bit of him
Already good form in everything that describes
Gorgeous to me outside and in
Quite marvelous the feeling, a new feeling
A want that seemed to indeed be mutual
Then understanding this fairy tale to be childish
I try to put myself together and become me once more
Yet each time not sure where my pieces fit
A puzzle without a finish at best
Occupying a space long enough to pass boredom
But alas… his boredom has ended with me.