Poetry

Slow Processing

Hazel eyes stare into a virtual world
Social guidelines restrict movement
Weather brings darkness, even at midday
This is not a temporary fantasy
No willpower can resolve
Hope for a certain future wavers
Deeper still into the depths
Mental acuity replaced with foggy uncertainty
The pounding rain intensifies
Matching the turmoil
Modern conveniences offer no respite
Human contact awaits


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