Boredom

The wind blew hard one gloomy morning,

The cold wind came down in a hurry,

Shivering and shaking,

I must not be waking,

From this dark dream,

Which kept me sleeping,

This nightmare feels so long,

Impossible to escape,

This poem is so crappy,

I don't know where I'm going with this,

Lol I'm bored,

Ya'll have a nice day.