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Deprivation
Buried
Underneath countless days of boredom
Alone I sit, felling concentration and contentness
Listening, watching, observing
I want something
I feel like I need something
But what?
What is chewing at my conscience like a ravenous beast?
The deprivation is all consuming
The deprivation of excitement
But still, I sit with overwhelming composure
For I have learned,
Its far better to wait
Underneath countless days of boredom
Alone I sit, felling concentration and contentness
Listening, watching, observing
I want something
I feel like I need something
But what?
What is chewing at my conscience like a ravenous beast?
The deprivation is all consuming
The deprivation of excitement
But still, I sit with overwhelming composure
For I have learned,
Its far better to wait
Published 1st Oct 2011
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1st Oct 2011 7:08am
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17th Oct 2011 11:11am
I'm a stat at home mom of three with little to no personal freedom. I totally relate to the b.ear desperation of your poem.
