Never Ending Time


I am stuck in my room waiting,
laying on my bed with my head hanging off the side.
Still able to see outside my window.
Pool empty of water,
park surrounded by yellow caution tape,
the paths desolate of living souls.
The outside world isolated from any sort of face to face communication.
Every passing second
feels like a whole hour went by, but no
only a minute.
I try to lay patiently and calmly,
while boredom fills my brain.
Fingers tapping the bed comforter one by one
staring at the ceiling minutes at a time before I blinked,
until I fell asleep without moving a muscle,
with the clock ticking second after second.

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