Everthing dark desolate and empty
Notihing seems to echo back at you
Only the sound of birds in the air
And your lonely footsteps
Which only you can hear
Confined behind four walls
Watching the TV
Just doing nothing
But keeping busy
Until this is all over
We live in hope that
We can be with our
Friends, family and loved ones
Together
One day
We
Hope
But until then
We willstill be
Confined behind
Four walls
Watching the TV
Just busy doing nothing
That's what we
Have to do
Until everything is
Over
When will that be
Who knows the answer
Certainly not me
And definitely not you
About the Creator
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