Boredom

The silence of the room,
The hell like temperature,
Bore me to death.
Half a hundred pair of eyes
Watching my every move.
Soon I’ll be out of my mind.
Talking to myself has become my hobby.
Is it enough to say that I’m crazy?
Lunatic you may call me,
All I want now is to get out of here.

Reviews

[Author Nicole A. Walker]

Nice poem, I would love to read more.

[Hitarth Raval]

A very good piece of work,dear Roma. :) I would love to see more and more quality posts like this in future.

[Coyote Poetry]

A fun poem to read.
"Talking to myself has become my hobby.
Is it enough to say that I’m crazy?
Lunatic you may call me,
All I want now is to get out of here. "
Sometime best one to talk with. Is yourself. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Mary Helda]

You expressed your emotions beautifully in very few words my dear....great poem indeed!

[Chuck]

Juxtaposition of body and mind. Nice piece, I really dig this.

[samparks,sam]

Thinking is so nice, but need some extra sweet ness, nice if you say then I alter in more