A day turns to a week
A week turns to a month
Phones, computers, T.V.
My life has become a series of screens.
I can’t go anywhere, everything is closed
I how I’ll last only goodness knows.
Rewatching old shows, and trying something new.
New crochet projects, knitting and sewing too
Anything to help make it through this soon.
Yelling and screaming, the fighting doesn’t end
When we get out of this alone time will be my very best friend.
Slowly going back
But normal is still so far away
Oh well on to the next day.

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