Faded glories,
and old stories,
they are beginning to bore me,
but here I am,
locked down because of COVID-19,
and tired of its misery,
and the restrictions that are placed upon us all,
and I want some new experiences and some new inspiration,
because this situation is no good at all,
but I have no choice, so, here mostly I sit,
rarely seeing friends and family at all,
and here at home alone I contemplate and read books and write, hoping for it to quit,
occasionally going for a walk to end the boredom of it all,
and I wonder how long it will be before it disappears to great cheers,
and I worry about the new mutations,
and I feel for the afflicted and the suffering,
and those who have lost loved ones and friends,
and I understand everyone’s frustrations,
and I hope for the end, before it ruins the nation,
and the nations of the world,
and I curse its daily existence and its pouncing upon the vulnerable,
and the lonely who are too scared,
too scared to go out at all,
oh, COVID-19, you are no fun at all,
yes, you are a terrible infliction upon society,
and an evil curse upon humanity trying to bring about every civilisations fall.