Bored To Death Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Bored To Death

I rise, again and again, with the early sun
to face the boredom of living
a life devoid of fun
routine promising to crush my life to the bone
doing the same thing morning to evening.
Same annoying chores at home

Everyday i get so busy achieving nothing
Like a preprogrammed automaton
pretending to be busy with something
akin to a ghost of a virtual mason

skilled in building virtual structures
whose grandeur exists only in the mind
itself full of fractures
of nightmares left behind

I scratch my head in boredom
building castles in the hair
instead of my cranial dome
which i pretend to hold up in the air

A head full of brilliant thoughts
Flashes of eureka coming to the fore
always coming to nought
discarded unceremoniously therefore

I rise to face the drudgery of survival
bored to death.
without hope for revival
routine driving me dead

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