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.
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Author:
Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2020 21:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Coming out of lockdown
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Very good words Gerry. We know that tomorrow all will be good once more, just dream of tomorrow.
Andy
'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.'
absolutely brilliant set of lines, a Great write!
indeed, we envisioned anew
thank you
Thank you, Gold60
Thank you, I appreciate your sentiments. L. B
Thank you Audax
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