In quarantine
Time doesn't exist
It's like
You are trapped in a paradox
Where the days are just repeating
Again and again
Nothing seems to change
The walls seem smaller now
They are coming closer to you
Suffocating you
And it's the moment you realize
Why you feel like that
Escapism doesn't work anymore
You can't distract yourself from your worries
And you are left alone with your thoughts
Left alone with yourself
And that's terrifying
YOU ARE READING
It's 5 AM and I can't sleep
PuisiThis is a vent book! Is this poetry? No. Does it look like poetry? Probably not. But it doesn't matter. It's a vent book. 😉
