A Brief Poem To Encapsulate The Chaos of Quarantine

Feet are cold 

Brain is numb 

Convinced I’m worse 

Than everyone 

I think I need to go for a walk.

Overwhelmed 

By everything 

Mental health 

Held by a string 

Mom said if I want we can talk.

I need fresh air 

This room is stale 

The chips are stale 

This rhyme is stale 

Dog has a tail 

I’m going mad 

Turn on the news 

The world is bad 

I’ve simply had 

Enough. 

Enough of all this nonsense talk 

I think I’ll just go for a walk. 

Air is hot 

Wear my mask 

Wash with soap 

Complete the task 

Hands always dry 

They feel like chalk 

This poem is done 

Bird goes squawk.  

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