I’m tired of doing nothing. I’m worn out
By staying in. Exhausted by inaction.
It’s just so draining being a layabout.
These days, my output’s not even a fraction
Of what it was, and I was never all
That energetic in the first place. Now,
I know that I am going to have to haul
Myself to work, when we go back, but how?
Is this depression? Is it in my head?
I seem to be quite healthy, body-wise.
I just…really don’t want to leave my bed,
Forget government sanctioned exercise!
I don’t know why my cylinders aren’t firing,
Perhaps living in constant dread is tiring.
Tom Juniper Poetry 