Uninspired
I still feel cramped in a box with only one hole for air
Screams for creativity
Nothing comes
Not easily
I yearn for a door to open
A door that shows me how to utilize what can be contorted to beautiful words in my brain
A disconnect
I need to hotwire myself
Forced to face loneliness
Forced to deal with it
Forced
Forced
FORCED
I love to love but there's no one around
Not for 6 feet
Not for 100
I dream of the day where there's a break
Maybe someday.
I hope.
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Quarantine Blues
PoetryAn escape route from the quarantine street. A way to vent and come out unscathed.
