Here with the words, a whirpool of jumbles,
these phrases ever so messy,
messing with my sanity, always causing trouble,
troubling minds, the burden ever so heavy.
Lone in a world, alone with my thoughts.
Sometimes, oh, but sometimes it feels like it is never enough.
Looking for connections behind a computer screen,
beyond the cyberuniverse for something
past beyond a simple greet.
Something, even if it is one thing.
Another class conference in my make believe prison,
it happened around mid-September
as we recall twenty students there, looking for a reason,
something, even if it is to remember.
Lone in a world, alone with my thoughts.
Sometimes, oh, but sometimes it feels like it is never enough.
The lack of words made us unbearable,
subcestible, a plague more contagious
than the loneliness, so vulnerable.
Whoever is there, we hope you save us.
Tomorrow we rise, for the ones we try.
In a video chat room brimmed with thoughts
all we could do was laugh and cry
and tell ourselves, that we are more than enough.
