Boredom looms at home, a familiar scene,
No one to talk to, no one to convene
Entertainment scarce, hard to sustain,
Hours pass, threatening to drive me insane,
Books read, phone used, what else remains?
Outside explored, culinary skills obtained,
Weekends, summers, a monotonous game
Lame routines, always feeling the same,
Trapped indoors, the world outside a blur
Longing for the past, when life did stir,
Alone too often, without a friendly tone
Lost in thought, or perhaps restock my bookshelf alone?