stuck in this cage

Stuck In this Cage                                              3/18/2020

Stuck in this cage so small that it crushes not just my bones but my spirit

Locked in this house These walls feel empty and confining

Looking out this window, the streets are bare

We are in an apocalyptic sanctuary

Trapped by our own fear, we terrorize others

We find ways to keep busy washing the walls and sinks and mirrors and floors

We wear masks and gloves because the invisible force tells us there is no other way

We panic and steal and prepare for the worst

Jobs are being lost and the economy is about to die

We will become a desolate concrete forest filled with empty houses and haunted playgrounds

Look at the school

A building you once hated to see every day has now become some melancholy memory of laughter and relief

You see this plague created by mankind has spread through our government and through the people to which we entrust.

The plague is made up of fear and terror and something of nightmares but the mastermind who created it has only buried a few bodies.

The plague that stands has buried millions of live souls.

Reviews

[Bootleg]

Yup. Another covid poem. Pretty average if you ask me. It's not terrifying enough to stand out.

[John the Baptist]

Hey, if you read it in The National Enquirer, it's got to be true.