Quarantine

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.