I like being alone
Inside my head
Within my thoughts
But.
It's hard now.
Loud.
Suffocating.
My words
Often
Lost
In the commotion
Summers were supposed
To be mine
Days spent
Daydreaming.
Talking.
Planning.
Now.
Nothing.
Never free of doing
Only calculated actions.
Monitored.
But distracted.
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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.
