I forgot, So I must ask, How many days has it been, Since I was isolated from my pen, Haven’t written a word, But lost in my thoughts I am been, Quarantined, isolated, I have inhaled it all, But have yet to exhale anything, I am not breathing right, My air is not filled with answers, But despair, For more fears start sinking in, Masks on, I am afraid for the wind, For where is the care, When are practicing Social distancing, Out world is changing, In time things will be relieved, How far can I go in my industry, If there is no relief, No protection, Little tools to use, But there are suggestions, Eyes glued to the news, Or Youtube, Or IG doing Tik Tok dances, Trying to find peace in a message… How many days have it been? Since…
Most people don’t want to be alone, but they are scared to admit it to the wrong or right person.
#irl “in real life things are different.” “online you can be whoever you want. you can be fake or real” social media, depression, fear, personality, reality, hardship, fake, antisocial, anxiety Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 | Ep.5 | Ep.6 | Ep.7 | Ep.8
Rescue me, From all the lies, And deceit, All the pain, That’s been defeating me, From all the shame, And all the beatings, I can’t stand on my feet, Rescue me..
This poem is just a cry for help. It can also be just a reach to say, feel me and what I am going through and maybe listen to what I have to say.
Thanks for tuning into this series, “Peeping Through The Window” where we are looking outside at ourselves from the inside. We are through the motions of disbelief, frantic, and confusion. It is at certain moments we see relief and acceptance and figure out what’s our next play. What will be the next move to do after seeing what has been going on.