2.0

 Isolation 

is worse than writing my dissertation,

That cancelled vacation,

Your best friend moving location,

And social deprivation. 

Although the end Is inevitable,

And “this too shall pass”,

The weight on my chest Is insatiable. 

Somebody break the safety glass.

This time is different,

And the lessons I learnt 

Have drifted down stream - 

I’m falling apart at the seams. 

Nothing is Inconsequential 

And the lawn must be cut. 

But don’t go out unless it’s essential.

Perhaps I am out of luck. 

Perhaps I wasn’t built for this