THE MASK
THE MASK
I‘m breathing
It’s warm under
The mask
The moisture fogs
My glasses
This is quite an
Annoyance
I‘m breathing
Slowly
I don’t want to
Panic
The mask is
In the Way
My thoughts
Are wandering
When will this
Annoyance end?
I‘m ready for it
Now
I feel grief
Is taking a hold
Of me
A grief that
Mourns days past
Which at times
Seemed normal
But also terrifying
What was so good
About life before
The mask?
Did I communicate
More?
Was I closer to
Others?
I wish I could say
My life had been
Awesome before
The mask
But that would be
A lie
And I don’t like to
Pretend
The mask
Actually
Didn’t change
Much for me
But now I see
Others
More clearly
© Jun 3, 2020 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)
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