Emmie Louiese Pope

Boredom.
Trapping you, confining you, keeping you all alone.
Stopping at nothing to keep you stopped and doing nothing.
Preventing the human mind from its one true masterpiece,
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I Wonder If my eyes will heal,
I Wonder If my heart may feel,
I Wonder If the wolf ere moans,
While it wanders cold and lone.
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My mind wander sever so precariously,
Dancing near the edge insanity,
My heart laughs and sings,
At the places my mind it brings.
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The halls echo with laughter spent,
Laughter filled with naught but emptiness.
Those hallways never shone,
Never filled with the sounds of that which it was meant to be.
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