Boredom

I sit and wait

for inspiration to set me free.

Useless — it only comes

sporadically, when it chooses.

I know this feeling

all too familiar.

I stay put, flipping through channels

to escape the quiet.

Stillness lingers,

whispering softly,

as boredom tightens its grip.

Paralysis sets in.

Time passes.

I rise again

and again, wondering —

has it finally passed?