QUARANTINE
Quiet nights, quiet days
Upside down and so confused, what is happening to our world?
Alone and afraid, separated from humanity
Reaching for hands that cannot ever touch
Asking questions that no one can answer
Never ending night
Though the sun outside is shining bright
Inside homes, trapped inside of minds
Nothing is familiar in this place I have always known
Even so, we endure.
This poem is about:
Our world