Boredom is Lost, Lost is Bored
Image credit: Lost and Waiting by CratXandra Lost lays gracefully in the woods, Staring an everlasting gaze, Towards an endless mass of time and space. Concern begins to grow from the depths of his mind, As he waits for his next victim, Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon… Boredom sits silently in a cabin, Oh so demure, staring at the blank wall. A nonchalant way to channel his inner demons, As he counts the teardrops falling from the sky, He begins to wonder… “Are those teardrops mine?” But they have been forgotten, Being always frustrating to be with, Robbing people of their innocence, They were casted out with hatred, Replacing them with the guidance of windowed cages. Their hands are empty, Nothing to do, nothing to hold, Save the cigarette slit between their fingers, Moving from lip to hip, and hip to lip, Lighting inquisition within their mind. As they fidget their death stick, they continue to stare, Wondering what lies beyond the windowed cage, Where peopl...