Boredom is such a horrid thing
It leaves you with nothing to do but think
I fear at times like these,
that is the last thing I wish to do
The silence of this room leaves me horrified
For the voices in my head become too loud for me to bare
I wish that there was something for me to do
I wish for once I wouldn't care
Give me something to keep me busy
For I can longer live this way
Now my head feels light and I begin to feel dizzy
Help me see the light of day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! ! brilliant poem, simply brilliant! ! HBH