Up each morning
trying to figure out
what day it is
They all blend together
no punctuation
for specific days.
I eat a banana
to check if my taste buds
are working as should.
One of the tests
for Covid-19.
Luckily, my body is holding up.
I’m happy with my resilience
even though in this encased prison cell.
My resilience not challenged.
Wrapped in cotton am I
but my mind has
Covid-19 influenza
sagging with frustration
coughing with anger
and latest torture treatment allergies!
So eyes itch
but we are not supposed to scratch.
What can we do
for satisfaction?
No fresh air
No walks
except for my pacing around
like a caged lion
in zoo enclosure.