Depression returns, unwanted.

First I ran into nothing to say,

Which meant to cease scribbling;

Leaving pages blank.

Then I found it difficult listening

So I returned the last Audible audiobook

(The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli),

As it seemed to be speaking in riddles,

And Star Trek(TNG) became banal

Making it so...

Now I've realised this tinnitus is more intense and my girth is accreting.

This Covid thing is the root cause (I am sure),

And my front teeth ache,

As each of my "joys" are curtailed.

Too much of meaningless pursuits.

Grasping at straws

Where nothing really matters

It has no telos.

Feeding dry combustibles

Into a spiritless flame

Where passion fades.