I am lockdown indoors.
Surfing the internet floors
seated on the worn-out sofa.
Tattoo with crumple stigma.
The long nights creep slowly.
Through the darkness, I feel lonely.
Sometimes I weep and fall asleep.
Awoken late because I have gone so deep.
And restless with all that I have seen.
Mostly reality within my dream.
Real as the plague with tighter clasp.
That our society cannot grasp.
Yet we have better hope now.
In a vision, dreaming of tomorrow.