The Young Boring Chap Ii Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

The young boring chap sat on a bunk
watching the sun of morn as it breaks through the horizon.
His eyes lazed by the emptiness of his life.
Another piece from his heart broke again leaving him duller than the day before.
He sat and gawked at the steam rising from his cup of tea.
Even it found no pleasure of his company.
"I am dull." Said the young chap.
True to his words,
There was none to heed them.
For the young chap's life was dull.
And in silent cold, his body shall remain forgotten under the heap of boring mortar he called a home.