Contained Virus Trapped Mind

We contain the virus but trap the mind

Stuck in a house smaller than what's outside 

Our fear run rampant though its halls

Unsure of the future faced with gall

Wondering if it's worth all of the stress

They know the truth, but I digress

Time's arrow keeps marching on

The virus leaves but the mind doesn't move on.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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