Boredom

Wind blows freely
To the face of lonely

Her eyes were staring

From the lights glaring

Thought of nothing
As music starts playing

Her ears were listening

And her mind was singing

She sits in the floor
Trying to composed a song

But she laid her head in the wall

And now made this poem

That's what boredom made
When she stays awake

Sleeping cannot be take

So writing is all she made