Asked the same questions for the third time,
Answers no longer hold any meaning.
Dials turn, eyes glaze over and burn.
Could existence move any slower?
Close eyes, lie down
Try not to count seconds;
She’s there, “watching” me.
I’d have been better off lying, I think,
As I gyrate between boredom and misery.
This short note belies,
The hours of agony
Engaged in a torturous game.