If I die of boredom

If I die of boredom

Don’t blame the doctor for not diagnosing the malaise.

Don’t blame the sky for not smiling when I was sad,
The wind for not caressing me when I was alone,
Not the tree,
The dusty road, 
The city,
Not even you, for not seeing my end is near

Blame me,
For I had more life than Earth could contain
More dreams than life could fulfil

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