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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