Thoughts on a Complete Lockdown Day Empty road, stranded cars cold easterly winds blowing scattered white cherry flowers locked voices inside the home winds murmuring; an eerie emptiness Walking alone; am I in an alien movie?
The cafe is closing; tears rolling tears down my cheek I work and live day by day I am an illegal alien, struggling and inching; what will I do now? I ponder with the angst of next week and thereafter Is apocalypse on the horizon? Mine seems to have started already tears do not stop.
You can work from home, but I can’t I am the maid, cleaner, gardener I am the one who fixes your house I am struggling already like a stranded ship fogged harbor, unknown destination, why does this impact me much more? I am in the bottom forty percent.
Oh, friend, I can not comfort you in this hour of need locked we are in these houses yet that is what we need to get the pandemic out of the way. My thoughts are alway...
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