All the things I once enjoyed are now a chore,
I lost interest in all the stuff I adore,
Now I'm wasting my time, that I deplore,
Left alone with my mind to explore.
When I go to sleep, I dread to wake,
When I'm awake, I dread to sleep.
Days, weeks, months and now a year have past,
Feels like it has gone by so very fast,
Feeling like dates no longer matter, I'm aghast,
Freedom feels like pipe dreams of the past.
When I go out, I fear all,
When I'm in, I fret that I was out.
I wish to wake from what hope is only a slumber,
To open my eyes, like this was all dream fallen asunder,
Will this ever be over? I sit and wonder,
All of this has left me feeling so very sombre.
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