I felt like this before.
Being trapped
Not knowing what to do
A little lost in the
Infiniteness
Unable
To move
To act
Just trapped
Strapped by inhibitions
Grounded at a time
When I wanted
To fly
To explore
To be new
But there it is an anchor strapped
To my ankles
And trapped
In this place
I hate how akin
I am to this feeling
How a home
Is just a house
With people in it
A stranger to myself
And to others
Just as I knew.
I've always been in quarantine
Always distant.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
