it takes you life and pours it out
it drains you of every thing fun
every thing good it takes it away
the feeling of joy it stolen and hidden
for you are to tired to get it
you have nothing to do
nothing seems fun any more
nothing seem good or pure
it it seems still
yes still
still as the cloudless starless night
but as the boredness starts to die down you
feel crazy
crazy as a mad man that has been hot and
thirsty for day on end
you go wild and then silence
there it is your wild mix of emotions
but finally there goes your boredness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem