Stuck in homes,
Face masks heating our breath,
Coughing is alarming,
People panicking,
Supplies are unavailable,
On our electricity filled devices,
Our living room is our classroom,
Our beds are our home,
Our society is in our house,
People dying, People laughing, and people crying.
We are just in our homes.
Does it even change anything?
You can't kiss,
No hugs,
6 feet away,
13 hours on electronic,
Missing our friends,
Missing the touch and talk of loved ones.
A phone is just a screen from which you see through.
It's not a touch,
Not a feel,
Not an energy,
Not a hanging out,
Not jumping over your dumb friends,
Not doing PE even when you hate it,
Not holding hands or hugging.
This is just the beginning, but that doesn't mean even through our global journey that their won't be hope.
Hope doesn't disappear.
It just happens to be seen by those who find it.
YOU ARE READING
Curious One
PoetryPoems you see as the definition of boredom but did you know they know more than you do? They hide things you are curious about and that you secretly admire. Why don't you read to find out about the Unknown even when it is in front of your eyes or y...
