Boredom (Poem)

Boredom courses through my veins
          sluggish
               like a silt and moss
                          choked river
                                 not quite stagnant
                                                         but close
                                                             so close
                                  to a stand-still
My pen languishes upon the page
     journal abandoned and neglected
                     as the city of Chernobyl
                                        lifeless and listless
                     crying out for days long past
                                   of activity and
                                               the hum of life
What to do
        what to do
             to break this strangle hold
                      boredom has
                                        on my creativity



written September 9th, 2013
first poem I've written in ages