Indoors. A poem by Lucy Campos

I spend my time reading the complaints of a constricted world
It numbs my mind, hides me from my own thoughts

A recurrent cacophony

But the days go by, and their words fall into oblivion
I get used to my peers’ nightmares

Just another headline

I then draw my attention to the pace of my heartbeat
I inspire, but I don’t expire, unsure of what is coming

But knowing it will

I dark my room to spy the mundane life parading by my window
So different from the social media posts I scroll on my phone

I stand by

It hurts
And then it doesn’t