Vents Hidden in Verse

pushing forwards

A/N: 'tis day 1 of a much needed mental health weekend! i'm excited, i don't have much schoolwork to finish up, so i can really take this weekend for myself.

all of this writing is the first step to take in a necessary healing process.

written March 14th, 2020 at 9:20 A.M.

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the end of an era!
a section of my life
that will echo in my mind consistently
until further notice.

apparently, i'm still let in by him.

to be honest,
i wouldn't mind
if you began to hate me.

it would probably help me
get over you
a lot quicker.

the world is stripping me
of love,
of hobbies,
of events that i looked forward to...

all due to the mass panic
of people who would clearly survive
a case of the plague
which has taken over our lives.

we'll die of boredom and isolation
before we die of coronavirus.

can officials
(and j)
do something other
than listen to the sound
of their own voice?

alas, alas,
here i go again,
off on another endless tangent
about things declared in the past.

i cannot change
the things that i've said,
the things that he's said,
the things the world has said...

what can i do?
i can push forward,
though right now,
i haven't the slightest idea
of where i'm supposed to push to.