Shrivelling

While a rosebud emerges
These tiny red jewels shrivel
Ignored by the birds.
And so my spirits shrivel,
Chained to my desk
For days and days
And just the rain
When I turn to my window.

Emergency blip. Going stir crazy already and another two days of intensive writing ahead to meet my deadline. I NEED SUNSHINE. Hope you're all having a jollier time.