Boredom

boredom
cancerous in its stealth
sneaks upon you
seizes your thought process
dead center
and there you are
frozen without words to write
without motivation
bored
worse than writer's block
more like
death of all creation
I've heard it said
when all else fails you
turn to porn
even that didn't work
boredom
killer of porn and all living things
let's see now
I have poems to write
a new novel to start
(Really? A novel? I don't think so.)
but nothing seems to be coming together
besides I have occasion
to vent my rage
with much too much violence
within my novels
boredom
it's like I am imprisoned
in a cave where the floor, the walls and ceiling
are all one color
vomit gray
I'm dying
or maybe I've already died

©January 30, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton