Bored - Poem by Jim Meyerholtz
Nothing more, all there is to it.
eat breakfast, bite and chew it
Nothing more or less,
Turn on the tv set
My head is spinning I can't clear the fog
and the body is stuck in a bog.
It hurts so bad I want to shout
To end it myself, I can not
Fog or pain what a trade
No where to go, memories fade.
Time crawls, in bed I lie
what is so bad in wanting to die
Oh to only be in the grave,
No more the pain pill slave
And to the God above
I look at you and say, 'you call this love? '
You are a do as I say not as I do being,
that I am now seeing
Eaven things I asked in His name,
not yet seen (what a shame) .
No control in my life
only push and shove for me and my wife
the ones that are to help me
When I need them thay flee
im in hole and cant get free
yet no one wants to bury me
i go nowere only my chair
sad thing no one cares
just so I dont want anything
just take the pain
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