Breathless
I can’t breathe.
I can’t speak.
The mask on my face
Prevents my thoughts
From going viral
So they will not spiral
Out of your control.
You can’t see
You can’t hear.
Your mask and plugs
Are to help you sleep
To help you keep
Yourself undisturbed
To help you hide there, unperturbed.
But the weight of your oppression
Is on my neck
And you are killing me.
I can’t breathe.
© Barry Freeman – 26th March 2020
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