A Monster Called Boredom!!

Boring classrooms,
Result in mind pours.
Words spill out-
Out racing the ink flow.
Blue against white-
Bolder- faster.
Slashing out memories.
Criss-crossing through,
The dark blur.
Blurbs of thought bubbles,
Jump out of their restricted cloud space.
To be transcended into,
A logical whole.
The "makes no sense"
Part of me,
Gains some form.
Mediated by a
Monster called Boredom.
Mentally, I press,
The Delete Button-
On all my unwanted
Hazes.
Clarity is sought-
Hungrily by,
My parched mind.
I cleanse myself
Of all emotions-
Enabling them- defunct-
To cease to hurt me -
Anymore.
I feel pure-
Boredom makes me happy.