Lonesome in Lock down

Stuck solely at home,

Lock down is so stultify,

Doing nix is damning,

And lethargy is rocking.

Loneliness was a chastisement,

Until I inflamed in self-discoveryse,

Concur with colors of my skills,

I misprise to polish while working.

Now desolation transforms in solitude,

Dishevelment modifies into quietism,

When I clasp the colors and brush,

With favorite music in background.

I have deemed my inner self,

My routine is back on the track,

And happiness at all its selvage.

My dwelling is not anymore a cage.