The Lyrical Works Of Winter Flower

My Room

These four walls is the size that my world shrunk to.
No where to go so I stare longily out my window.
Slivers of hope disappear as the days go on
I can't escape being caged inside my home.

I wish I could turn back the clock to a much simpler time,
When I heard my neighbours running in the streets.
I feel this unwavering fear that we'll never go back to the days we once called 'normal'
When I could hug and hold my friends to my hearts content.

This room is all I have.
I can't escape.
I'm dying slowly waiting for the day we can feel and hold each other once again.

I look around my house
Wondering how the world was?
The ground I stand on doesn't even feel the same anymore, the sky although bright looks so dull.
I've been isolated with nothing but the thoughts that run wild in my brain, keeping me busy as the days fade.

Distracted, exhausted and afraid
But my one worry was getting all my books up to date.
My happiness and mental stability can wait,
So what if I had five breakdowns today?
My future was at stake, but then the thought echoed through my head "what future?"
Will we ever have the that day or will we always stay this way?

Will we ever get back the lost time this pandemic took away.
Will I ever get back the grip I had over myself before the numbers on the death toll raised?

I'll try to shake it off
Distract myself with endless hours of tik tok and long zoom calls.
I'll go back in my head, dive back into the memories of the happy times I once had
Maybe I'll feel less then.

Isolated nowhere turn, lonely in a house full of people,
keeping myself busy hoping the virus doesn't creep in to get me.

Until the day I get to see the world as normal again,
I'll go back into my room the place that stores my hope.