The Low Points Of Lockdown: (May,2020) Poem by DM W

A million trivial things are sapping
My substance. They are tainting my dreaming.
I'd like to compose an ode to the moon
And stars, butmy powers are weakening.
I'd like to dwell on oceans of azure blue,
But my mind is troubled by impending doom.
I can't hear the sweet, garden birds singing.
I would like to bask in silence's pure pools,
But dark spectres are constantly calling.
A change in life's scheme is long overdue.