Maybe it's the heat
Maybe it'll be better from this afternoon when the cool change comes.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm still sick
Maybe it'll be better when the virus goes home
Here in this world but apart from the body
Floating, disconnected, observing
Not there
Someone give me a push, someone shout
Reconnect my mind to my brain, reconnect my soul to my heart
Until then, not a word out of my mouth
For fear I explode
In words of
Anger
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