They said I was a key worker.
A worker; not a shirker.
I'm a bedroom lurker!
Seperated from coworkers.
Pack your bags,
Assemble your rags,
The office is closed.
Our return still undisclosed.
I work from home.
All alone.
But the seeds were sown...
My mind has been blown.
Yet you wankers still meet up,
You wonder why cases still blow-up!
Is it a wind-up?
That you don't cover-up,
When you're close up?
The cases still pile up,
You should be locked up!
I used to beach clean,
Clean up after the troublesome teen.
Our seas are like an overflowing latrine...
We should have forseen!
For I was a flower,
But I'm losing my power.
My unflinching willpower...
COVID will devour.
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
ПоэзияHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
