It nibbles at my head

crunch, crunch, crunch

Unable to escape

the boredom that crushes me.

I could read!

I could ride a bike!

But, no

I'm still bored with life.

Think of inspiration,

think of colours, think of birds!

But, no

My mind falls back to a spiral.

A spiral of inescapable nothingness,

only the crunch, crunch, crunch

unable to escape, 

The boredom that eats at me.

The End

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