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.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
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.
This poem revolves around the Novel Corona Virus and how it has affected the majority of the world. We all wish we could be anywhere but our own house which if you think about it is extremely weird.