Sitting in my chair hour by hour,
Waiting and thinking whilst my mind goes sour.
I wait for life to start a new,
Friendship and Family and work time too.
Family and friends I am desperate to see,
Because without them there is no me.
My mind is plagued with thoughts so deep,
Night by night I curl up and weep.
We are prisoners in a cell for no crime,
Every day and night I have the thought,
If only this covid would never have been caught.
I grow bigger and larger a lot in the belly,
Eating and drinking and watching the telly.
I'm writing Lone Blues to show how I feel,
Wishing some day my mind gets to heal.