Everyday, my quarantine grays.
The only pants I have, that feel comfortable.
Maybe I’ll walk.
But, probably not.
I’m packing on weight.
This all day eating, is catching up.
We fought so much.
Nobody cares, if I’m fat, we broke up.
This world is dying.
I’m eating to fill the void.
I go out, wear my mask to cover my crying.
I ran out of things to do last week.
And, I’m so paranoid.
I think, I have a fever!
I’m coughing again and, I feel weak.
I, constantly watch the numbers climb.
Take vitamins and, lose my mind.
Looking out the window, no change.
This is a sad state.
I’ve never been so unsure about life...
These are lonely days.
With, no release date.
Everyday, is now the same.
Wake, cry, eat, and repeat.
And, I’m still wearing these quarantine grays.