sinking
- stillerwaters
- Dec 2, 2020
- 1 min read
eyes blurred
shoulders tense
back feeling like a thousand bricks.
I turn the page...
Page? What is a page.
I scroll down the screen*
on to the next assignment
the next duty
the next... what?
the future blurred
plans unmade
questions unanswered
we wait
in limbo
sinking
-A quarantine poem.
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