Boredom (poem)
The boredom that is my job
Drives me to mentally detach
From the walls of reality surrounding me
A repetitive circle of daily tasks
That only grows into pointless acts
Of suffering from a job I no longer desire
Only forcefully need to survive
The boredom that is my job
Drives me up the walls
Of my box in which they call a desk
A home away from home
Rather a work cell within a work cell
The boredom that is my job
Drains me of the energy I once had for life
Restrains me to the thoughts of being stuck
Shields my mind from the motivation
From wanting more
The boredom that is my job
Has me struggling to leave bed
To hop on transportation
To sit 8 hours in a mist of cliques
Of gossiping minds and water cooler banter
The boredom that is my job
Will someday be a distant memory
Another notch on the belt that is employment experience
Where I step into the next walled environment
And soon after that too will become the boredom that is my job
