Poem: Time Passer, 2017

As boredom grips thy throat

I struggle to think that which I should not

To pass the time – thy brain normally thinks

But now it cannot – for thy longing should not prevail

Slow thy breathing listen to thy breathe

The rhythm calms thy soul

In and out

Hold thy breathe

Exhale thy last boredom breathes

Gosh, I think not but write thy hearts thoughts

A outlet He said , we got nothing but time