Contained Virus Trapped Mind

March 17, 2020

We contain the virus but trap the mind

Stuck in a house smaller than what's outside

Our fear run rampant though its halls

Unsure of the future faced with gall

Wondering if it's worth all of the stress

They know the truth, but I digress

Time's arrow keeps marching on

The virus leaves but the mind doesn't move on.

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.