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Poetry

Isolation

If you looked at the world from my window, you couldn’t even tell it was sick.

With the window cracked even the slightest bit, I can hear the sirens and I can hear the birds.
The chaos and peace entangled into one.

The rooster in the distance tells me the day has just started.
A reminder of how hard it is to keep track of time while inside.

The sun is my desk lamp.
The room is finally a temperature I’m comfortable with.

I talk to myself often.
My sole companion is this lonely isolation.

If you looked at the world from my window, you couldn’t even tell it was sick.
Bright blues, warm greens, and blinding whites – it’s never been this beautiful.

An invisible assassin lurks beyond those walls.
We’ve learned to dodge.
And we’ve learned to hide.

But we see no end in sight.
No end is in sight.

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by ea_rodriguez

Proud Cuban and Puerto Rican living in sunny Miami. Digital marketing specialist and writer. Part-time comedian. Full-time computer nerd.


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