Songs of Boredom

Fragile Chores of humdrum Go on endlessly Punctuated by a helpless yawn breed my melancholy Every hapless moment drums up a listless band I see fortune flicker on my empty hand How many storms a slow moving fan can brew when nghitmares lay seige in monstrous hue Motions of stifling anxiety bulid a sea of perilous thoughts Would Noah come to bear the burden of clumsy pile of useless noughts The drops of falling rain explode in a frenzied song Boredom has built a brood in my wavering heart, for long