Boredom

Boredom is the space in which my mind flails about
In activity that lacks grace enough
To call it dance.

It's the space in which
My thoughts cave in
To dark crevices and convoluted
Corridors,
Searching earnestly,
If not constructively,
For insanity.

Boredom is saturated in loneliness.
As am I.

I ache today. It is not fun.