Boredom Poem by Khaloud AlMuttalibi

As usual my evening is pale
What do I have to do to get rid of the boredom in my room
The dreams are leaving me
There is nothing apart from disabled friends
And a woman
Who used to be insane
I use to see a group of my dreams
Practising their morning exercises
In a camp of tedium
As for now
The boredom orders the camp to alternate the activities
There is insufficient ammunition in my imagination
for the coming week

By Abdulkhalik Kitan
Copyright ©: Translated by: Khaloud Al-Muttalibi