Cabin Fever

Not today

my heads a wreck, in all its bored glory

I'm feeling shook up, by the news stories

and cabin fever is getting me down

I'm feeling rough

I'm not ill. No throaty tickle

not a virus nor a cough

no temperature, barely even a sniffle

just a lack of life

it's all tapered off

I want someone to knock me out

fast forward to the day when outside

is not a land so very far away

I want to break free, said Freddy Mercury

me, I'd like to just kind of amble into freedom

no need for breakage, not a bramble in a thunderstorm

I don’t want to wage a war

or cause an uproar

I just want a hug

is that too much to ask for?

I want the days to pass

because I'm sick of sitting on my ass

and cabin fever is getting kind of stale

like a week-long loaf left whilst my mind sets sail

TV isn't gripping me, it's barely even registering

music is the only thing stopping my head from sinking

spending too much time overthinking

linking arms would be nice, or even just a chat across a vast expanse

I grasp at straws, as time advances

drawing pictures in my heart as it roars

collecting thoughts

storing them for better days

Staying in is not the worst thing that could happen

I get to let my art flow, like paintings in static

thoughts stored in my mind’s attic

I can let them loose, to fill the page

painting tomorrow’s pictures of future daydreams

covering the past images of yesterday’s nightmare scenes

cabin fever gets you down, but don’t let it keep you there

for we live, and that’s a blessing I swear

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.