Corona out there hunting,
But my coronary is pumping.
Anxiety which was at bay,
Is now spiked all day.
I just got more brain time,
To analyze my life again.
Never been to a court.
But I'm in trial all night.
Judge, jury and executioner.
The criminal and victim.
Sins of my mind.
Tormenting my body,
Clinging to a breath at a time.
I had so much to focus on.
Now it's a step back to basic.
Eat, sleep and breathe.
But now it's getting harder to breathe.
The mind was supposed to be
A wonderful place.
But that's what they say
And I wish I had it I pray.
My mind needs a Quarantine not me.
Overthinking is a curse. Well it's harder to explain.
With each line how to say it,
To you whose reading,
Without making me sound insane.
But are you reading it?
Am I sane?
That's what's running in my brain.
Abel went down because of Cain.
I'm going down because of my brain.
It was all busy and distracted.
But the silence of this lockdown.
Sanity contracted.
Wearing my old dark gown.
Will lockdown end?
Or I will?
Before my mind bends,
And I tend to lose it again.
