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Andre Mar 30
Iridescently given in its robust, it may lose its value when it’s touched.
Cradled softly by life's dirt, soon to be uprooted and misused to give pleasure or hurt.
Eyes that shine like diamonds with a smile.
Kept it in a back pocket for a while.
This diamond lost its value yesterday, if it could break let’s throw it away.
This diamond the way it shines and gleams, is the value what it seams?
“More diamonds” are whelped as if one wouldn’t be help.
This diamond belongs where it’s kept best, in the dirt where it can get rest.
Nourished and treated away from misuse and hurt.
Throw this diamond away where it can be loved by the earth.
Created after feeling deep sorrow
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.

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