boredom
is a man
who married
the wrong woman
she steals
the elements
out of his days
the sugar out
of his morn coffee
leaving him
high and dry
bereft of joy
his brain fights
the grime that
starts covering
up the shine
of his mirror
so that he can
still look at himself
and laugh; 'Well,
you're still a diamond.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant title. And the poem shines like the diamond you uncover. love, Allie xxxx