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It’s Quiet In My House

David Roesch, Urban Academy

It’s quiet in my bedroom
There’s no sound as I stare up at the ceiling
Wondering when I can go outside again
Remembering the sounds of pedestrians talking on their phones
Of rush hour traffic and beeping car horns
Even the sounds of the cold winter air zooming past my ear
Like a ghost telling me that the chilly weather will end soon

It’s quiet in my living room
As I click away at my laptop
Trying to keep myself updated on when this catastrophe will end
Watching the number of confirmed cases rise every passing day
I listen to medical professionals try to express their confusion on the
situation
To politicians, mayors and presidents yell white lies to the public
Trying their best to stop the rising storm of questions
That they know will inevitably wash them away

It’s quiet in my house
But in a month I will get my sound back (or so they say)
And I will count the days
Until it is quiet no more

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