Poem: "Parallel Moment"

It is 2:96 a.m. and I am silently

tucked away inside my bedsheets

quarantined with the internet

and i ate my seventh turkey sandwich

i really thought yesterday was thursday

and the only way i know what day it is

is when my spotify discovery playlist

refreshes itself and reminds me monday

was just here a moment ago

so anyway

what hasn't seemed to change

is the thought that bugs me

about how i'm here in this very moment

beside myself in every woe and torment

as i tell myself i'm the only one

who could ever claw myself out

of this hole i dug myself into

and if i keep on waiting

this ditch will be a grave

where me and my dreams went to die

so while this raging contagion persists

and most of us quarrel to stay home

i hope my disciplines can do the same

and emerge victorious in the end

because i'm getting a bit sick and tired

of feeling like a pen full of stories untold

and looking desperately for paper

when i'm really a marker

and everything

is a canvas

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inspired by April PAD (Poem-A-Day) #5 for the word "Moment"

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