Boredom by Shane D.

In the solitude of my bedroom, sit I and my companion
All grey and blurry, on every position
Seeing yet unseeing, the very depth of my torture.
In silence we chat on my past and future
Little of the present, past, hope and wishes in the picture
Keeping things away, isn’t quite an option…
I roll, my companion rolls with me
I stare; he stares back at me
Though friends we are, I’m still his victim
It isn’t really a fight, yet all I need is victory..

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