Page 33 - Labyrinth--Surfacing Like Salmon-2019-2020

Looking out the window, Into the questions of what is yet to come, Trapped in a room with four pale walls, Parallel to the mind numbing hours of boredom That awaits day after every loathsome day. This doubt and uncertainty, A stillness to the grass, Ticks and ticks and ticks of the clock A never ending black hole; a maniacal aspect to these gloomsome days. This environmental suicide; leaving a lingering sense of loneliness, Separating us from those we love An increased fear, In this time where no one is able to cohere. Days that we took for granted, Days that once ran free in the wind, Days in which productivity had accumulated Have now dwindled into the comfort of our own homes. Unaware of how long this will last, We all take a sigh, Because this pandemic has a time bomb, Dropping people as if they were flies, Leaving a rather detestable demise. Reeha Choudhry Time Bomb 32