Utterly Bored

Pacing the room,
Bored as can be.
What is this feeling...
Taking over me?

A racing mind,
No outlet in sight.
Thoughts that bind,
Make one lose might.

Doubt settles in,
Fear, Isolation.
Don't let it win...
Nor reach desolation.

Wreaking havoc,
There in your brain.
Driving you manic,
Wish you were slain?

Quit it!
Cease this torture!
Blast it!
End the horror!

So strange,
Being ignored...
If this doesn't change,
I'll become...

Utterly Bored.

The Abyss

Why is it that once we are together,
why is it that now you're unsure?

Why are you questioning what we have?
Why are you thinking about that?

Why am I falling deeper into the Abyss?
Why am I thinking about what is?

...Why am I thinking of what might be?

The Abyss of thoughts,
better left unknown...
The Abyss of doubts,
better left alone...