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My Boredom isn't Drab like Your's
These meh walls
Drab doorways
Boring halls
Of my old grave
Where I once stayed
I'd not be caught
dead
In those halls
Not now, not ever
Not after the admission
Not after those ambitions
Light be ablaze
You're amazing
In the wrong way
I need a get away
Where I stay
Is a lazy Sunday
Carefree, subdued
I'll dig a new grave
Adorn the walls
With red graffiti
Stimulate the halls
It'll smell of Dr.Peppper
And faintly of cigarette
Mixed with a bit of sweat
It'll easily house my regrets
It'll be perfect for me
It'll be easy enough to forget.
Drab doorways
Boring halls
Of my old grave
Where I once stayed
I'd not be caught
dead
In those halls
Not now, not ever
Not after the admission
Not after those ambitions
Light be ablaze
You're amazing
In the wrong way
I need a get away
Where I stay
Is a lazy Sunday
Carefree, subdued
I'll dig a new grave
Adorn the walls
With red graffiti
Stimulate the halls
It'll smell of Dr.Peppper
And faintly of cigarette
Mixed with a bit of sweat
It'll easily house my regrets
It'll be perfect for me
It'll be easy enough to forget.
Published 3rd Sep 2017
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3rd Sep 2017 1:24pm
you say boredom
the poem
picrured a bedroom
same letters
poem
is
expression
exquisite'.
the poem
picrured a bedroom
same letters
poem
is
expression
exquisite'.
3rd Sep 2017 1:26pm
Indeed, perhaps it's a puzzle and perhaps you figured it out... Thanks for the kind words. Appreciated. ~anonshadow
4th Sep 2017 5:51am
Our boredom are different yet the same as they are housed in our own 'halls" where we paint our thoughts on the walls. Anonshadow, you write so well ...I always admire your talent.
4th Sep 2017 8:35am
That's indeed very true, Grace. I appreciate your kind words and support, it means a lot. ~anonshadow
