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May 2020
Mute

My life as a recluse
serves little use
and is maybe an excuse
to hide away

can't face-time or skype
haven't the skills for that kind of hype
i'm not a techno type
my life is disarray

i can say hello, and hi
to help me get by
but my laptop is shy
of open display

so i don't see live voices
i haven't got those choices
i here no people noises
just silence throughout the day

radio and tv channels
are like wet flannels
inane quiz shows and panels
to keep loneliness at bay

white noise is in an endless spiral
as social distancing, has now gone viral
no presence to admire all
nothing left to say
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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