Locked in my house
purchasing food the single
outside touch.
I watch the numbers go up.
Scared of being at work
with judging eyes all the same
but with a new topic for sharp tongues.
I watch the numbers go up.
Waiting for the day
where, maybe, things can be normal
again, just to see people smile.
I watch the numbers go up.
Aching inside
as I hear of loved ones
who have painfully died.
I watch the deaths go up.
None of this is my loss
yet I cover my face,
eyes pleading for others to do the same.
I watch the morgues fill up.
Disbelief and fatigue
fuels casual indifference.
The future is doomed to relapse.
I watch humanity dry up.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
