
I exhale tiredness, inhale confusion
I know life beyond this bubble exists
But can't feel beyond the protection
Because yes it's protective, a fortress
But it also feels like house arrest
I feel everything
I know it exists but it's surface impact
So I stay locked away as I process
Digest and avoid, while my limbs
They feel weighed down by it all
I feel
Death stalking us. With demands
Of sacrifice
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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