Wednesday, June 24, 2020

World Closed, Quarantine Poem

From Little Fires Everywhere to Mrs. America/ from Station 19 to The Last OG/ peering into the lives of those that once were/ exploring the lives of those created from someone’s imagination/ I travel/ But really I’m living a sedentary lifestyle/ Trying to do everything from the comfort of my bed/ or the confines of the living room/ the door screams “Open Me”/ Go find the girl you used to be/ When I do it feels like I walk into a wall/ There’s nowhere to go/ The world is closed

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