Boredom

Boredom begins
And life ends
Sleeping causes the day
To disappear
So I sit amongst
My insanity
Kittens visit my dreams
To make the sanity less and less tolerable
I hate my boredom
My boring life
But what is there to do?
A woman of my age
Can go into the night
But not do much
Old enough to know
To young to find out
boredom slaps me in the face
Typical nightly occurrence
Maybe I should leave this
Pathetic
immoral world
Or perhaps
stay and wait it out
But whatever path is taken
Will be the wrong one
But yet the right one.

Chelle - August 17 1997