Poetry, Writings

Breathe

All feels so stagnant
what a stale tomorrow brings,
we are off-the-wall
still, lift the blind and window
still, let in light and fresh air

Today, a national emergency has been declared. Starting Monday all schools are closed in Ohio. No fans, no audiences, no crowds allowed. No toilet paper! Everything is so strange right now.

Tanka
31 Syllables
5-7-5-7-7

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