Misery

Lost days on Covid-19🦠😷

When the horizon is survived by night

I have to overcome my slumbering bug

The ambiance doesn't heed me

As it behaves if a hostile witness

I wake up bearing abundant thoughts

Which have enormous weight

I guess my somnolence at morn happens

Due to excessive weight of  the thoughts

I would walk to the mess being wet and shivering to drink a black tea

Sometimes being squeezed two or three under an umbrella

The only consolation is to drink black tea

I would feel as if drip the water on fire

The thinking of getting wet at morning bath 

Is a reminiscence of curved millipedes

I would come to the class as snail

And bear a lot of biggest plans

Which being exposed as deaf and blind

Iam at sixes and sevens

Would my  plans be fruitful? 

As my old ones went astray