Quarantine—
Is such a scary thing.
For one to be alone
Into their own thoughts thrown,
Like wolves surrounding prey,
And here for weeks must stay.
As the days blend into one,
Something must be done.
These wolves must be tamed;
Because after this, you won't be the same.
You must choose
To fight — or lose.
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PoetryThat are probably terrible---------- By reading this, you are glimpsing into my very soul. It's messy. It's emotional. It's my thoughts and feelings poured out on a screen. This is me. Highest ranking #10 in poetry
