boredom slowly fills my mind like a leaky faucet, dripping ever so slightly as to annoy but not enough to move one to fix it. i grow weary of the people walking through the door i wish to see it end and to sleep my computer screen giving me no way out of the dredge i walk in, my waking mind listening to the call of sleep and not to the call of duty i fight to stay awake for the woman at the counter her inane questions bother me make me wish she was gone thoughts of destruction mingle with the boredom demon thoughts are born and clamor to be spoken tearing at my lips to be heard and grow strong in the sound of my voice i swallow them back they scream as they slide down my throat angry that they could not break through and carry out their plans yet still boredom wells in my head a flood pushing at walls made of clay that threaten to break