Boredom

by Tim Fleckney   Mar 9, 2006


The trees are dying
Shedding green tears of
Agony and rage
Sex starved meadow nymphs
Frolic through the chaos

Endless yawning chasms
Rain molten death on
Brain washed suits
Hungry masses limp
Through life carrying
Meager bundles of
Worthless dreams

High above the
Steelworker raises
A sardonic eyebrow
And spits in the wind
Confused the sea people
Bow down before Gods
Who no longer care

Satan yawns in
Boredom

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  • 17 years ago

    by SilenceBreaksTheHeart

    I loved this poem...it was really amazing and I thought the ending was perfect. Once again 5/5 :D

  • 18 years ago

    by Sourav

    Very good poem! You have a nice style of writting! Great job!

  • 18 years ago

    by The Wingless

    Woohoo. I like the way you write. This poem is awesome, it's powerfrul and it has a cool imagery, nice job.

  • 18 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Powerful, deep and wonderfully written (Yet again :D )

  • 18 years ago

    by Melissa

    I agree with the others, I LOVE your style. Again the ending was perfect and powerful! Awesome stuff!

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