Looking around,
trying to find something of interest.
The clock on the wall, mocks me,
'Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
find something to do'
I'm trying!
No one has replied to my texts.
Nothing good on tv.
Alone in the house.
I'll count how many times,
The wallpaper pattern repeats.
I'll arrange the pens,
in order of size, biggest to smallest.
I'll arrange a box of sweets,
in groups of the same coloured wrappers.
Then a bolt of insperation,
I'll get my sketch pad and pen,
and scribble away my boredom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You just described my life while home alone, and astonishingly accurately at that, save for the sweets, for i will eat them in order of color, worst to best. Great.