The daffodils have come and gone,

The roses still asleep,

But my Cocooning suffers on

As through the hedge I peep.

Just empty space and fear I see

Each wasted precious day.

No hug or smile to comfort me

From loved ones kept away.

They say to live I must comply,

But how do they know best

That life will be worth living,

Beyond this ‘House Arrest.’