Trapped within this living Hell,
no guardian angel breaks the spell.
Colored tan or gray or brown.
Elevator music, sound turned down.
Slow as molasses or legs in splints.
It’s windows smudged by fingerprints
so not one ray of light gets through.
Caught fast like velcro, stuck like glue.
Pointless conversation tending
to go on without an ending.
Tasteless food within the fridge.
Endless hours of contract bridge.
TV blaring with contact sports,
Fox News and stock market reports.
Boredom swells like a balloon.
Would that it were over. Soon!
NaPoWriMo Day 4, The prompt was to express an abstract idea through Concrete Images. I chose “boredom.”