Somewhere Out There Someone Is Feeling This Way.

Here i isolate alone and bored.
Far away from the contagious horde.
All i do is sleep and eat.
And sometimes on my old rocking chair i take a seat.
While sitting there i deeply think.
And into happiness and sadness i changeably sink.
Sometimes i smile and other times cry.
Knowing time is quickly passing by.
Through my uncleaned windows i nosily look.
Emptiness, it’s like imagining something I’ve read in a horror book.
My days are cold and my nights freezing.
It feels like the devil i is teasing.
Here i isolate just me myself i.
I am feeling down way low down knowing there’s a chance that soon I’ll die.