Boredom

/ Sameera

Hello Skinny Hand 🙂

It falls upon a clock.
A patchwork quilt cover between my fingers.
Boredom as you call it,
numbness as I perceive it.
We both dwell on the extremes of our behaviour
as poppy seeds sow sadness.
Walk.
Go out.
It crawls upon my spine,
breaking my ribcage apart.
I watch a dissected heart running on the table,
we put a hourglass
the sand falls.

An alphabet is a noon,
it appears like a moon.
Memorizing the rhyme
I fall back into a gloom.

Time changes.
We turn the hourglass upside down.
It is still the same.
The stillness of the air chuckles
under the light of bearable pain.
I break my spine,
my vertebrate into thin shreds of a cloth.
My bones were weak anyway.

An arrow in the night.
A wound in the day.
Boredom takes over the incomplete pages,
I crumple paper and eat them.
A metaphorical cannibalism.

©Sameera Mansuri 2020

17 thoughts on “Boredom”

  2. Seconds of stillness and minutes of mundaneness causes hands to swing into a ballad of boredom indeed and we must do what we can to eat up those preverbal tasty clock ticking moments. To give life to something as idle as boredom is talent and fun to read, making time fly😉🌹

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    • Lockdown is taking a great toll on my mental health. I found myself staring at the wall wishing for a story to began and it’s then I realised there’s more to this boredom. This piece of poetry is one such story.

      Thank you.💙

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