I feel the turbulence of my emotions literally in my stomach.
I feel overwhelmed by memories.
Today I awoke late.
I cried.
I watched far too much YouTube.
The day shrinks as the to-do list grows.
Life is frustrating.
I don’t like my apartment and its silence and its stagnant air.
The flowers outside bloom.
When will my winter turn to spring?
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Another poet here on Pedemic wrote this poem in response to your poem James.
http://pendemic.ie/beyond-is-yours-a-response-to-another-poem-on-pendemic-by-fi-crux/