POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
Boredom
Does anyone get bored anymore?
Does anyone twiddle their thumbs?
Does anyone get lost in ther mind, or wonder the meaning of life?
Does anyone ask meaningless questions, just to fill the void?
I don’t remember being bored anymore.
But i can’t remember being entertained.
I can’t remember feeling a thing,
Other than feeling pain.
Do you still feel bored, or is it yet another lost art?
Are we as humans losing things, that set us uniquely apart?
Am I imagining things, or do you feel it too?
The difference between me and you, and expanse so small it makes me blue.
Does anyone get bored anymore?
Or am i messed up in the mind?
Am I but a word to you,
In the lost sea of art?
I’ll leave this here,
As its all that sets us apart