A POEM - A MILLION BIRTHS AND DEATHS

A MILLION BIRTHS AND DEATHS
When I was eleven
I was already fed up with life,
very tired of living.
Friends would come over
and we’d sit around
and eventually I’d say,
“I’m bored. This is so boring.
Isn’t there anything to do?”
I was always bored
in those days.
It wasn’t the small town
with it’s one general store.
It wasn’t the friends I had because
they were fun kids.
It was something deeper,
something embedded in my brain,
or soul,
if you believe in such things.
It was a deep seeded exhaustion
from the feeling
that I’d already lived out
a million births and deaths.