all the doors are shut (the windows too) and i've never seen this town so empty last week i forgot to buy milk, and this week i can't the grocery store became a barren wasteland people aren't even bothering with tight-lipped smiles stay six feet away, my mother reminds me a walk in the park to escape my house only makes me feel more trapped. it's too quiet i return home, back under a roof and between four walls only to wish i was outside again but the sun shines down, and i can feel its warmth through the glass windowpanes the palm fronds sway peacefully across the street i want to join them in their lazy rhythm in this loneliness, there is beauty
I hope you enjoyed this poem and are staying healthy and safe during these crazy times. I tried to bring a positive spin on the current situation in this poem, but I am still aware of the amount of tragedy and sickness people are experiencing right now. I wish you all the best.
Brooke