The walls are orange and flecked with ridges
The chair is cushy but slowly flattening and hardening
Soon it will be an immovable bench
Crushed by my weight
The screen is bright and empty
Filled with presentations and lessons
That all mean nothing in a world
Coping with much larger issues than
How 401k works
There is no light except for the light that
Streams through the open window
Casting a half-wrought halo putting
Half of me in light
Half of me in darkness
The door beckons
Come outside
See what the world looks like
But the fear and uncertainty
Welds me to my seat
A bond of molten iron cooled
I try to lose myself in
Streaming video and silly games
But I am left with only my thoughts
As erstwhile companions on this path
With the end over an unseen horizon
The darkness that shrouds half of me
Will soon take over all of me
If this isolation does not end
Day 25 – 12:03 pm, 4/30/2020
Published
Poetry Overdose 