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

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