Read Poem: CORONAVIRUS, by Archie the Mirchie

I’m losing my mind
Losing my head
Staying at home
Staying in bed
I wish I could make something awesome instead
Yet I am stuck in this box, body of lead

I’m trapped in this skin
The air is too thin
No oxygen
I cannot breathe in
The earth must confine me till I am being
Choked and my life is a neck she can wring

I cannot escape this life; this is my fate
The future approaches; I asphyxiate
Rage is too quaint a word – no, this is hate
Because God has left me in my weakened state

Before, I could hide
Could disguise my stride
And if I just tried
And if I just lied
No one could see the truth I pushed aside
That though I could function I was broken inside

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