Trapped in my Head

Artist on artist crime

Creatives serving time

Day to day grime

The only place to climb

Is inside this heart of mine

What a time to be alive

Streets empty ‘cept the skater boys

Newfound hobbies create new noise

New creations cue new toys

Brand new skills, whole crew poised

Boredom creeps behind our joy

Threatens to deploy

Sets in to annoy

Enough with the Zooms

Get out of my room

Don’t assume I’m free

of gloom

Running on fumes

Closing in to consume

Thoughts of doom

The smile is a costume

For whom

It may concern;

For those who may presume

Please, 

will something

bloom?

Give us some good news.