POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
We’re Can I Fit In ?
Home.
Home is were your ment to feel safe
Home is were your not ment to feel judged
Some people’s home is with friends
And others is with there family
I don’t have a home
I’m always pushed away
I’m always the one nobody want’s to stay
I have no were to go with thoughts going round
No one to tell so I just stress out
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