What is this? The overwhelming feeling that it's never going to end?
Who knew that the world would undergo such tragedy. We have lost so much, in such a short period of time. Our jobs. Our loved ones. Our freedom.
Days go by; it's the same motions over and over again. Wake up: get ready for another day of confinement. Watch the news: discover more losses.
Nothing's changing.
You would think it gets easier, doing the same thing everyday. But it doesn't, it only gets harder. You start to lose yourself... slowly and then all at once. Some lose friends. Others lose family.
How do you say goodbye to those that didn't deserve to go?
The darkness that plagues our world is taking everything we hold dear.
How do we make it stop?
Will it ever stop?
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I'm scared that everything that I have come to know will not be the same anymore...
Our new normal now consists of wearing masks and standing 6 feet apart.
Why? Why is this all happening now?
Does the world want to punish us for our ways?
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The darkness consumes me.
I can feel the coldness breathing down my neck as I stepped out into the black hole that now encompasses our world.
Life is gone.
No laughter in sight.
No love to be shared.
No joy to feel.
This is our life now. Dreading the days that follow.
How can one feel so hollow?
It almost reminds me of purgatory.
Then again, it's just a never-ending story.
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PoetryHere's a poem/monologue that I wrote during quarantine for a project. My professor encouraged me to share my work.
