Travel (an acrostic poem)

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The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed

Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place

And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment

Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour

Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated

Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time

Rhyme (an acrostic poem)

Reduced to being a clown for a couple of quid

He nearly gave up when in came his ex with his kid

Yet to his credit he did still try

Making everyone their tea and chai

Even as he screwed up what little he did

 

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Injured (an acrostic poem)

It hurt so badly, but that wasn’t the worst of it

Now he had to suffer from the consequences

Just thinking about that put him in an emotional tailspin

Unable to find which way was up

Reduced to a quivering mess of trauma

Emily had dumped him

Devastating his self-esteem and libido

 

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