EPTBoredom
Boredom saturates my soul,
like murky waters of disdain.
I beat a sheet of white-washed parchment,
with the blunt end of my pen,
like the monotonous ticking of a grandfather clock.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Time is dripping like a leaky faucet
into the vast desert of life.
I wander eternally in this forsaken land
crawling, my feet drag through infinite grains of sand
searching, endlessly for something, anything.
A door appears.
A cracked, dried out hand slowly envelops the knob
the knob turns counter-clockwise, and the door flies inward.
Time
Stops
I step through the gateway into a blinding light
A damp breeze envelops me,
The day begins again.
