The Boredom

My body senses it Before I do.
Legs prick,
And arms tingle.
I stretch out sore muscles
That haven't moved
For hours,
And rub my burning eyes.
Then I understand.
I feel it.
It starts in the back
of my clouded mind;
Numb from endless battles;
What can I do to make it go away?
Eat? Eat what? Will it really help?
Sleep? How long?
Will it still be here when I wake up?
I could leave but I have no where to go.
Unsure of what else to do,
I just get up and walk around.
But it doesn't fix it.
It won't go away.
It's still there.
Itching.
Burning.
I fight it, but it's to late.
It's here to stay