Boredom

by Wayne Gates   Mar 18, 2019


Boredom has become my biggest cross to bear.
It weighs heavily on me when no one is near.
I can no longer work or hardly get outside.
Facebook and TV cannot fully provide.
The stimulation I need to feel emotionally alive.

I remember how the bottle and pipe helped me relax.
And I can begin to forget how they caused my collapse.
How I became destitute, homeless, and overpowered by fear.
If I pick up now I would soon be returning, I'm clear

My life has traveled a very long way since then
and I have no wish to go back there ever again
I may have a handicap yet still I need to strive
To find contentment and joy in being alive

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  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    You may never be out the woods, Wayne, but as long as you know that, you have a fighting chance of surviving them.

    Do take care and all the very best to you,
    Ben