It was a gloomy rainy day. Nothing much to do, just boredom.
Not only was I bored, I felt hot, exhausted even.
I didn’t let it bother me.
So I peered outside
and noticed a break in the trees.
It didn’t appear to be raining, so for that I was very
pleased.
I made my way through thick and thin,
Trying to find anything, I thought I could be slick,
Then I found myself,
Falling on trees, Ice, and garbage I fell to the ground,
Telling myself to move on, I stood from where I had fallen,
Only to find myself engulfed in hatred,
Strong winds, heavy rain. Clustered thunder, and Dark clouds
Illusion, A key concept in boredom.
Or maybe not as a wiped my eyes,
And found myself in a desert.
So my word for the day is
Illusion...
