Quarantine for the Theatrical

(sorry for the hecka long poem, and I am not satisfied with this as my post, I will be posting again)

Time no longer has meaning

Days are simply a word

Weeks might possess meaning

If you cared

.

The setting and rising of the sun

Is your clock

Even as you notice the 

Days changing

You don’t

.

Change happens outside

Of this place

Change happens out there

In the live world

.

Change happens when 

People start going to work again

Change happens when 

You can talk to your friends

In person

.

For now everything has stopped

And you find yourself in a loop

Craving the sound of another person’s voice

But knowing you have to stay 6 feet away

.

And the only social interaction

You get

Is through a screen

And you know that

It can never be the same

.

You are in a state of indifference

Or constant panic

A state where everybody realizes

They are a little bit bipolar

.

It’s concerning and numbing

But you cant forget 

To cherish those things

You care about

.

Just because you are apart

Doesn’t mean you are apart

Do you get me?

Let memories

Become your favorite form of entertainment

.

Because you have ran out of

Regular entertainment

The sound of the TV makes you want to scream

And social media hasn’t stopped being toxic

.

And no board games

Can take away your boredom

And just because you have your family

Doesn’t mean you aren’t alone

.

So you fall into a rhythm

Of not being present

Replaying your memories

Like a child rewatching their favorite movie

.

And it works for a while

But every so often

You freeze, and see the interior of your room

And realize you are alone

.

And the pain becomes unbearable then

And I dont judge you

For trying to distract yourself

You learn new talents 

And listen to new songs

.

Even though your mind 

Has been stuck on the same song 

For a month

And it will be

For a month to come

.

You don’t know where you going

And you are scared

Of remembering what you had

And the pain that comes

With losing it

.

Things that meant so much

Seem trivial

You laugh at your ACT score

And go days without checking your classes

.

Because the things 

You do care about

Are outside in the changing world

But you can’t change

.

You are stuck in a loop

That switches between

Indifference to panic

Like night to day

.

And I am sorry

.

Don’t let me discourage 

You from trying to change

Because I like to believe

Some of us can

.

And you lucky few 

Please tell us

How to break the loop

But until then

Stay 6 feet away