Dwindling Moods

Impatient fingers of mine,

tap the periphery of roof,

searching for answers, 

wanting solitude, to be left aloof.

Eyes are on exile,

tired of buildings all same,

pacing through curves in sky,

varying and not at all mundane.

Boredom is the biggest vice,

said the high functioning sociopath,

now I want to look world beyond, eyes can see,

way beyond preaching and fake prophecy.

Reviews

[Yashika]

The poem beautifully describes how one starts to get bored of everything and loses interest in the hustle-bustle, and seeks peace.
I loved the poem; I instantly fell in love with the title as well. I hope to see more of what you write.😊🤝

[Ignosapiens]

this anxiety has especially escalated during these times. thanks for remarks.

[light and ashes]

I really enjoyed reading this.

[Ignosapiens]

thanks for the compliment

[light and ashes]

You are welcome.

[IronHeartOnFire]

"Eyes are on exile,
tired of buildings all same,
pacing through curves in sky,
varying and not at all mundane.
" simple but full of thoughts ,
keep this up.........