Lockdown

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Alone, Bored, Lockdown, Poem

That corner of the house
That always felt mine
That painting, that chair
That table to dine

That fridge, it hath held so much treasure
A love so real, a love without measure
Those colors, on the walls, muted yet nice
That special bookshelf that could never suffice

That cupboard, it held so much in store
That Television, my true love, my core
That sofa, it’s curves so well contoured now
It knows me too well, it loves me, and how

And yet I’m so sick of it, sick of it all
Come next sunrise, come next nightfall
It all feels constricting, it feels like such pain
I wish I could go out, so that I could come back again…

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I hate being lonely

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Alone, Loneliness, Poem, Solitude

Solitude, loneliness, and being alone
Are three different things, I should have known
And yet it infuses, a sense of gloom
When I find myself alone in a room.

How many days, how many times
I sit and churn out these silly rhymes
‘Cos right now I’m alone, I wish that I was not
I wish some company,could be sold, could be bought

As the stars now arise, the sun subsides
And the moon settles in, as it tends to the tides
I wish I was not lonely, I wish I had you
I wish that there was something that I could do

To bring this wretched solitude to an end
To have someone love me, someone to defend
But most of all, I wish, these tears wouldn’t stay
‘Cos I’m sick of the crying, yesterday, today…