An attempt to rid oneself of boredom

The boredom that seeps into her mind

Is a slow murderer.

The drooping eyelids show that death is close.

But she cannot shut her eyes.

She cannot lose her attendance in class,

She cannot sleep in front of the lawyer at the conference,

She cannot sleep.

Death must wait for another chance and find another victim to succumb to it.

She escapes into her false reality,

And tries her hand at this poem.

A miserable attempt.