Isolation

Isolation
By Charity Morrison

The widow panes,
They Drip with rain,
It wells up in my heart,
What I think could’ve been.

The past month or so,
I’ve been sittin’ around,
Depression gathering deep in my soul,
The clouds grow heavy with my tears.

All I can do is watch,
All I can do is wait,
All I can do is hope,
All I can do is pray,
That this will end.

Every morning is the same,
Nothing has ever changed,
Breakfast is always what it has been,
Only in silence.

Lunch is always a sandwich,
But never seems no matter what I do,
I taste nothing but loneliness,
Loneliness is the new flavor of my life.

Six hours of free time,
The clock only slowly ticks by,
I sit on the couch and read a book,
But I can’t stay focused,
It’s only two in the afternoon and I’m bored to tears.

Jumping on my bed isn’t fun any more,
TV is boring,
I’ve seen all the movies I wanna see,
And I can’t find anything to do.

By now it’s three, and I’m sippin’ on tea,
Thinking about jogging later today,
I curl up under my blanket and take a nap, all my dreams are blank.

Up I go to make dinner,
I look at the menu and all I see is nothing new,
My pantry is stocked and yet I don’t know what to do,
I make some soup and rewatch a movie,
For the tenth time just to fall asleep on the couch just to do it all over again.