Bored

A hole, a blank,

a misunderstood force that comes upon me,

a young voice its presence loud and long,

older folk just live with and walk beside,

look deeper at this bore hole,

poverty of purpose,

deficit of desire,

lack of imagination,

scarcity of control,

desiring to be ruled,

this year has been hard,

this week a chore,

and look! no dancing girls to distract my tiny mind,

or more gently,

worn out and now without the vigour to stir the physical body,

whilst my mind is alive and bland, and

bored.