sinking

eyes blurred

shoulders tense

back feeling like a thousand bricks.

I turn the page...

Page? What is a page.

I scroll down the screen*

on to the next assignment

the next duty

the next... what?

the future blurred

plans unmade

questions unanswered

we wait

in limbo

sinking

-A quarantine poem.

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