We were in confided spaces before,
in open air. Where we never mingled...
But at least we had company that we were
next to, now were in solitary confinement.
Now were 6 foot or 72 inches or 182.88cm
from the nearest person, I don't know them,
they were here before me,
Slow walk, felt like a life time, so few steps..
But this is a funeral prosecution,
is the one in front of me going to cough,
Will they cover up or infect me, ME…
With there I don't know what's, could it be hay fever.
Could be me coughing in seven, to when I have a ventilator
shoved down my insides, I'm a breathing coffin..
Just being buried slowly..
they burn you now...
But I'm not there yet, I wash my hands.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,
I hope I wash my hands enough to see my
But I'm wishing my hand happy birthday now,
So soar but I'm happy birthdaying all week.
We in an open prison, free but unable to escape,
I look out my window and breath..
The air is a lot fresher that it used to be..
Another week passes, I write lines on the wall
of my incarceration, I'm in a cell of luxury.
But I've never felt so alone.
Were all roses, wilting due to lack of sunlight...