POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
Medium Of Tedium
Being lulled to dullsville
I am in neutral still.
Counting tiles on ceiling.
Legs are losing feeling.
I’m in the in between;
Zombie watching the screen.
Each day dissolves into
The next. The same. Not new.
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