QUARANTINED
Isolation,
Trapped in the body
But freed in the mind.
A prisoner to your own thoughts.
The body, disconnected from the senses,
The cardinal light, hidden behind walls of stone
AND SELF DOUBT
tucked snuggly next to self-worth.
The mind, a torrent
of unyielding ideas too powerful
for the body to hold.
It collapses, under the pressure of the waves.
March, April, May,
When will come the day
When you will be mine?
Who knows. Time tells no lies.
Halfway to Forever 