Poetry: Lockdown

The haze

of alcohol filled days.

Join in with

the next new craze;

sour dough starters,

Zoom quiz rage.

Trapped in a cage.

Read a book,

can't get past

the first page.

I'm aging and raging.

Getting fatter every day...

Nothing changing.

Go for a walk.

Talk with friends

on the phone -

all from home.

These four walls are caving.

Freedom is all I'm craving.

I'm walking again...

Need saving.

Hide in bed.

Am I dead?

Feels like purgatory,

same old story.

Everyday the same,

snow, sunshine or the rain.

I'm in pain

Desperate to be free,

see my mates again.

Open fridge.

Browse the shelves,

close again.

This is hell.

Down the shop,

mask on,

buy more beer.

"2 meters please"

is all I hear.

Back home,

drink my beer alone.

Completed Netflix

months ago,

now stare into the void -

my new favourite show.

Victoria Collins