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Eaten Alive
8 November, 2020
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

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Eaten Alive by the virus that hasn't touched me
My life changed
Cold and unfeeling
No smiles seen
No hugs or touches

Forever changed
By circumstances beyond my control
I move without making any steps
Going forward as if on a treadmill of life
Just existing in one place

I play the game
Hiding from humanity
Incognito behind my mask
I lock myself down in wait
For a result of not having anything wrong

Extrovert forced to introversity
I do not prosper
Optimist now pessimistic
Dark and foreboding
Tomorrows lost in nothingness

I see not, any happiness
I know nothing about anything
For futures lost in political gains
In my silent alone-ness
I am not alone.

------- Author's Notes -------

Even though this virus has not touched me in a physical form, I am sure I am not alone in it touching the very soul of my being. My hope that soon it will be over. And life will move in a "looking forward" manner again.

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