Final Poem

Quarantine

By Cordell Brown

 

Trapped inside with my family and my dog,

all these walls feeling my blank stare.

The memories of hanging with friends is becoming a fog.

How I long to be out and about again in the fresh air.

 

Watching movies and staring at a screen all day.

How much longer will this be?

Listening to the government and health officials for what they say. 

How I long to have family over again to see.

 

Listening to music on my phone is what fills my ears,

calling my friends is the only outside contact I can safely get.

For those poor souls in Italy, the world sheds their tears.

This will be over soon, we all thought, nothing to fret.

 

The days blend together like it’s a school break,

not sure how much longer this will take.

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