It’s mid-day.

I finally change out of my night shirt

Also wear decent shorts for good measure.

Maybe someone will visit?

Misery.

We are taught it’s all in the head

How we can change our mood

With only a thought

It’s mid-day

And if you’re not doing anything yet

It is doubtful you will be

Just like yesterday.

Misery

Yes I’m in misery

Stuck in this miserable bed

My books for company

It’s mid-day

And the books have failed

To take me to other worlds

That keep me engrossed.

It’s mid-day

And I wonder if a dawn will come

That will not disclose

A day that is not filled.

With misery.