Poetry

Bored

I sit here my body aching

my mind is wandering

wonder where I'm going

what to me is this life showing

that is not boring. 

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I sometimes wonder

as I sit in silence and ponder

what is this thing called life

that keeps cutting me like a knife

I sometimes think why bother.

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Will I be bored with life or will it be full of surprises

my life seems so meaningless

almost tedious

I sometimes don't know what is life's meaning

it feels so demeaning.