There are some things that I never want to do

whether it’s from fear, disgust, or boredom

and this also includes writing this poem.

I feel so bored when I do this,

So I ended up watching that clock,

waiting for it to be over.

Constantly struggling with what to write next,

there’s nothing I can do but think.

Although this is better than skydiving

or eating seafood with soda to sip,

there’s nothing I can do but sit here,

waiting for it to be over.

Hearing the school bell makes my heart leap,

Now I’m finally free!

But it doesn’t last long,

as I work to the beat of a song,

dousing and drenching my duds

waiting for it to be over.

Even when I find time

to do anything that I please,

nothing feels appealing to me.

I go to rest in my bed,

thinking until the sunrise,

the cycle of life overpowering me

after very many a year.

The fear of loneliness growing

and gnawing on all of my thoughts,

while all I’m doing is waiting,

until it is finally over…