Covid Blues

Covid Blues

A heavy head, a cough, an ache in bones
Covid positive, though I don’t feel that way
But like mid-winter, rain-washed stones
And cold earth on a damp overcast day

Isolation, and the words just come and go
Grey skies, cold winds, Jack Frost’s touch
Time drags by, hours, minutes, all so slow
Endurance: I hobble along with a crutch

An internal battle: inside cells battle out
The hundred years war, goes on and on
Until the day dawns of that great rout
The virus now within finally will be gone

Self pity, a little, but others are far worse
Better to light a.. no, I think I’ll curse!