I accept that they may feel lonely

The constant reminder from the media that they are isolated

Alone in their puddle of thoughts

Suddenly drowning in their echoes of silence


Against all odds I am managing just fine

A stream of thoughts flowing all day

Nothing to block my mind from floating away

Not today, anyway


My thoughts are not all positive

I am unbalanced and unhinged

As the framework to my body and soul is missing

The frame being my family


We're being fed lie after lie after lie

Time after time after time

Hearing repetitive sighs and cries and "my oh my"

When all we are asking, is why?


We acknowledge the need to stay inside,

And we comply.


To those who want to risk the lives of loved ones,

Are you wanting those to die?



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