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Boredom Town

sittin' down
to another round
of boredom town

no place to go
no one to know
just lonely bound

paper scratches
unlit matches
and pyres to burn;nothin' learned

tearin' down
hopeless ground
in a fiery turn.

flames arisin'
games despisin'
it all falls down; nothin' sound

Ate a clown
movin' around
inside his shoes

singin' the blues

that's all the news
I'm writin' down

cause I'm

sittin' down
to another round
of boredom town





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2010-02-04 at 04:15

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2010-04-17


Damon
I know this feeling well. Now that my Carolyn is gone--I find that I am all alone in this same boredom town as you. At least we have a population of two. I must ask, though, how do you make it through all the long boring days after death takes a loved one from you?
Damon
2010-03-19


Amna Ehsan
and the seeds of bordome will grow some colorful buds around u;-)
2010-02-11


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Boy, I can hear the tone in your voice and see the look on your face. Great description of your condition. Very effective in getting the reader into the same mood.
2010-02-04