I use to lose myself all the time,
now trapped behind a wall
as I wait for time to crumble into dust
and perhaps I too will become dust.
And I whisper somberly to myself
reminding me of what I once had
and what I could've had
if only I wasn't chained.
In times where isolation is liberated
and all shall bow to its throne,
as it sit high above all other
leaving emotion storms across the world.
I fear nothing more than myself,
what am I to do?
I cannot leave my house,
this home no longer home.
I ask to be freed
though I already know the answer,
like a little child bored,
Ill ask ever hour.
And when I am dead and gone
this wasted time shall not be forgiven,
I shall remember forever
sitting alone behind my old glass window.