Static

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This chapter is a poem written by Lizzie Read during the second month of quarantine.


When the noise in your head turns to static

Like a TV screen gone black

When the world around starts to panic

Because a something decides to attack


When you're locked in your room all alone, now

No jailer to let you escape

And you find yourself wishing that somehow

You could do something to stop the world's shake


I'm all alone in a hell world

I'm trapped

Inside

My brain

I'm all alone in a hell world

Never 

To be free 

Again


When everything is crashing and burning

Like a trick plane that lost all control

And you find yourself caging your yearnings

While your fears are allowed to patrol


Now the world around has turned to static

Our past lives now something bemoaned

My world now fits in my attic

I am well and truly alone


I'm all alone in a hell world

I'm trapped

Inside

My brain

I'm all alone in a hell world

Never

To be free

Again


Everything is dissolving into static


I'm letting go

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