Paula Glynn

Boredom - Poem by Paula Glynn

This life is so dull and boring,
I want to drive a car and crash,
I want to light up broadway,
The stage celebrating me,
As the crowd cheers,
But there're no violins,
Or dramatic entrances -
Just me and a pen,
Scribing these words,
As I sit alone in this room,
The moon shining through my window,
Lighting the violent city streets,
Streets that I came from,
A penny for my troubles,
But now I am here,
Away from my traumatic youth,
And I should feel stronger,
But I feel empty and alone,
As I scrape off burnt toast,
Searching for the inner truth,
On a chilly Sunday morning,
For I want to see the light,
Shine down upon my youth,
But it is so hard to face stark walls,
Where no angel comes to call.

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  • (2/6/2010 12:36:00 AM)

    Reflective thoughts often run away, boredom is an unnecessary feeling, especially if you write good poetry like you do. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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