i don’t want
to complain
if i can help it
all it does
is lead to more
complaining
dwelling on things
that cannot
be changed

so i
fake a smile
laying in bed
staring at the ceiling
going over
the mental
checklist

underwear socks pants t-shirts work shirt comfy shoes mask toiletries chargers kindle glasses headphones

staying positive
not considering

lockdown pandemic no shuttles no breakfast no dinner trapped away from home ramifications of the training

so i
fake a smile
a dangerous practice
when so very alone
faking it
yet never
making it

i don’t want
to complain
but this has begun
a depressive
episode
a precipitous spiral
ever winding
as the fool sinks
down down down