Boredom

The constant blur.
This gray, lifeless haze.
As rain gently hits the window pane,
It makes this beautiful world seem dark and monotonous.

There is no one here.
I long for a companion to share memories with,
To confide in, to trust.
But here, I am alone.

I long for something to be passionate about;
To add some excitement to this coliseum of weariness.
How I crave for a task to complete, rather than to engage in nothingness.
I feel full of feebleness, serving no purpose.

How do I go about leaving this pit of despair?
I am trapped, with no ways of escape;
Left to slowly go mad, and lose my sanity.
Here I stand, under a cloud of boredom.