I have been stuck at home,
Stuck for so long;
My thoughts a mess,
encapsulated as if there were no getting out;

I look out the windowsill,
onto the deserted pathways;
Wishing I could be the one,
walking blissfully down one;

Every day I open the window
wishing for a wisp of fresh air;
I then realize, reality itself,
and roll back into my cocoon;

I miss my friends,
I miss the sounds they made,
I miss the feeling
that came from being out;

My world is shattered,
My life wounded;
I wait for something new every day,
but, rest my head in much more dismay.