Sick of masks
Sick of waiting
Sick of not seeing my family
Sick of being restricted
Sick of going no where
Sick of dreaming of the future
Sick of not living in the moment
Sick of people hurting
Sick of people losing their loved ones
Sick of rules
Sick of being told what to do
Sick of not being natural
Sick of not hugging
Sick of not kissing
Sick of not being close
Sick of Children thinking this is normal
Sick of seeing confusion in their eyes
Sick of them missing out
Sick to death
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Me too! Good poem, I can feel your emotions!
There’s many to be felt at this strange time. Thank you x
So true but we must look forward to the life ahead where all will be well but will be different.
Andy
I’m excited for change to come x
but luckily: alive and well
to write such a fine lament of covid's collateral debris of consequence..
thanks for sharing,
sometimes simply reading the very words we aren't brave enough to state, is enough of a release
gifting us room enough, to endure a little longer..
that's what your words represent to me dear poet
I am definitely a lucky one thanks for your comment xx
Love the passion Olivia.
"Sick of Children thinking this is normal
Sick of seeing confusion in their eyes
Sick of them missing out"
I'm a teacher of 11-18 year olds, and every day I manage 1200 children wearing masks as they try and live a normal life, including 180+ eyes (but not mouths or noses) staring back at me in my own classroom. They are confused. They are hurting. However, in my experience, they are strong. They are brave. Their mouths may be masked, but their souls are not. They are missing out on some things, but gaining with respect to other things - I don't know how their lives will pan out, but I suspect the time spent in darkness will be outweighed by the time spent illuminated.
Thanks so much for a heart felt comment. I wanted to write something for my experience during this time. Nothing more to feel than frustrated for me personally. And wow I can imagine your job is difficult. Children are very good at adapting and they inspire me for sure. I work with very small children and trying to tell them they are not aloud to cuddle me because of the virus kills me a little bit inside ever time. But we are getting there and will one day soon be able to give lots of love xx
Can really feel the emotions in this piece very inspiring. The ending on the line of title sick to death is an amazing way to tie things up. Raw, honest and heartfelt. I'm also sick to death! Here's too a brighter future Olivia xx
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