Weeks In the House Have Changed Me
That evil thing has changed my soul,
I close myself in the house alone.
No longer do I talk – not even on the phone.
I am fed my head turned away.
Groceries are shoved through a tiny space,
Missing many I’ve learned to make do
The strange position I have adopted,
Inside these walls I have learned to fear you,
And enjoy my solitude.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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