Like a rabbit burrowed in a hole
I peer out my window with beady eyes
I can no longer tell the time
I can only see what I love and shriek inside
My greens are off limits, as desolation rules the streets
Every waking second of mine is spent
Looking at a screen
Like lighthouses in a tempest, a few messages gleam
But with every message received, faces fade away
I wish the screens would part and I could see them all again
Not as bubbles of text but as real people I could cherish
The numbers keep rising, the dead keep on piling
For every show of humanity, there arises a tale of monstrosity
As the brain dead feed on bantha fodder
I feel such rage, such seething rage
I fear my words can’t capture it all
Maybe my words don’t even reach tone deaf ears
Maybe they’re just like another brick in the wall
Alas, my walls are all I’ve got with me
I’ve written about them and spoken to them
Fought with them and both won and lost
This lockdown will not last forever
This lockdown will certainly end
But one thing is for certain
Nothing will ever be the same.