poem: Not feeling great

Working upstairs, a lonely room

outside the window pathetic gloom

lends me the feeling, my misery friend

I cannot wait - until days' end.

Nothing to do, nowhere to go

it's not too common - I feel this low.

Full of ideas and hobbies, too

but not today,  just cannot do.

I need to go - and see the faces

but of the common, usual places

bookstores seem empty, the books are dull

gym is revolting, I hate it all!

Per Uki’s request: DALL·E 2024-04-26 21.27.12